Suzune Horikita let out a soft sigh before kissing him again. She realized it was something she genuinely enjoyed—it felt so good to have her mouth on his. She gasped lightly as she felt his hand, still over her clothes, grab her ass, making her blush and squirm again, letting out a small moan.
His firm hand now squeezed more eagerly, sliding along the curve of her ass like he already knew exactly how to drive her crazy. Horikita panted softly against his lips, that growing heat inside her pulsing faster.
— "Idiot..." — she whispered in a broken voice, but there was no real scolding in it.
It was just excitement, barely disguised.
Ayanokouji gave a small, subtle smile—barely there, but unmistakable. His eyes were calm, intense, fixed on hers.
— "You say that, but it seems like you're excited for this."
— "And I still think you're a pervert," — she shot back, blushing, before biting her lower lip and diving into a deeper kiss.
He slowly shifted their positions, easily rolling over until he was on top. His body covered hers—warm, firm—and she hesitantly parted her legs, though it felt more natural now than the first time.
Her hands touched his shoulders, sliding down to his back, pulling him closer with eagerness.
— "You're different..." — he murmured into her ear, kissing her earlobe delicately right after.
— "Yeah... maybe I am." — Horikita closed her eyes and smiled, shivering when she felt his lips on her ear—a spot she hadn't realized was so sensitive. — "I think I'm starting to accept that I want this... with you."
He didn't respond with words. His hand simply slid slowly down her side, to her thigh, pulling her closer. When their hips touched again, the heat between them seemed to ignite all over again.
Suzune let out a soft, involuntary moan against his neck.
She tugged at Kiyotaka's shirt, impatient. Her fingers trembled slightly, but this time it was desire that drove them, not hesitation. He helped her, tossing the piece aside. Then, with deliberate calm, he began to remove her shirt, lifting it slowly as he kissed her belly along the way, feeling her muscles twitch slightly under his tongue's touch.
Suzune brought her hand to her mouth to stifle another moan.
— "This is unfair..." — she muttered with a small laugh.
— "I haven't even started being unfair to you yet," — he replied, his voice low and husky.
She looked into his eyes, her heart racing.
That sentence... bold, teasing. Not something he would've said before.
Kiyotaka had changed too.
— "Then... start," — she whispered, bolder than she ever imagined she could be.
He obeyed. He kissed her neck, her chest, slowly trailing down while his fingers unbuttoned her shorts. Her body arched slightly when his tongue circled one of her nipples, already stiff from growing tension.
She held the back of his neck with one hand, keeping him there, panting.
— "You know... exactly what you're doing, don't you?" — she asked between breaths.
— "I reviewed our first time quite a lot in my head..." — he said, as if it were obvious.
She laughed, despite the heat consuming her entire body.
— "You really are a nerd, after all..."
When her skirt and panties came off together, she didn't protest. She just felt her heartbeat quicken—and her legs tremble slightly in anticipation.
He looked at her center, now fully exposed, and his eyes darkened with restrained desire.
She looked away, blushing, but made no move to cover herself.
Ayanokouji leaned in and kissed her harder, more urgently, as his hand returned to stroke the back of her thigh, guiding her leg to wrap around his waist.
— "Can I...?" — he asked, eyes still locked on hers.
Suzune hesitated for half a second. Not because she didn't want it, but because everything felt so intense. Then she nodded, pulling him closer with her other leg.
— "Please..."
And he entered her slowly, in control, feeling her warmth welcome him more easily than the first time—wetter, more intimate. She moaned softly, biting her lip and gripping his arm tightly.
— "Kiyotaka..."
Hearing his name like that—spilled between pleasure and desire—ignited something deep within him.
They moved at a slow, deep pace, as if each thrust was a reminder that it was just the two of them now—in the quiet room, far from the chaos of the theater, far from Ryota, far from the future.
Only the present mattered.
Only her body, his heat, the muffled moans between increasingly desperate kisses.
And Suzune, now sweaty and surrendered, pulled him closer, whispering between ragged breaths:
— "Don't stop... not yet..."
Her body trembled slightly, but not from nerves—it was the heat, the tension, the pleasure beginning to overflow. Kiyotaka's slow thrusts felt deeper each time, and each one made her body respond with muffled moans between hot kisses.
Then, she pressed her forehead to his, panting, and murmured in a husky voice:
— "Kiyotaka... let me get on top now..."
He looked at her for a few seconds, surprised by her initiative. That was new.
But he didn't say anything—he simply obeyed.
He rolled onto his back with her still wrapped around his waist, and Suzune rose over him, her thighs on either side of Kiyotaka's hips.
Her naked body glistened under the room's low light, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.
She looked at him, blushing, but with a shy smile on her face.
"Don't look at me like that..." she murmured, feeling exposed.
"You look beautiful, Suzune." His response was direct, without hesitation, but with a sincerity that made her avert her gaze and bite her lower lip.
She placed one hand on his chest and with the other guided Kiyotaka's member back inside her, slowly. This time she moaned loudly, unable to hold it back, closing her eyes as she felt him fill her deeply, her body wrapping tightly around his.
"Ahh... Kiyotaka..." she gasped, starting to move gently.
His hands slid up her thighs until they reached her waist, helping her find the rhythm. She rolled her hips slowly, savoring every inch filling her insides. The pleasure came in waves, intense and growing, and she let the moans escape freely now, without shame.
"Is this good...?" she asked, breathless, flashing him a teasing smile.
He nodded, giving her a slight smirk.
"You're doing better than last time." The low provocation came as if he wanted to tease her even more.
She laughed between moans and started to move faster, her hair bouncing slightly, her breasts rising and falling as she rode him with more intensity.
"Idiot..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "Then pay attention, because I'm just getting started..."
Suzune leaned forward, kissing his neck while continuing to move, now with more strength, feeling the friction inside her growing hotter, wetter, more intense.
She could feel him throbbing inside her, and with every deep thrust, her entire body shuddered.
"Kiyotaka... I'm... close..." she whispered against his ear.
He gripped her waist harder and started thrusting upward to meet her movements. Her moans grew louder, eyes closed, completely surrendering to the moment.
And then it happened.
Her whole body tensed on top of him, her back arching, eyes squeezing shut, and mouth open in a long, full moan. The climax consumed her entirely, making her legs tremble as she collapsed on his chest, still shaking, panting, her heart racing wildly.
Kiyotaka gently caressed her back and, still inside her, held her hips firmly and gave a few more thrusts until he reached his own limit. He didn't give any warning—just let out a soft groan against her neck as he released himself inside her, feeling her warmth envelop him completely.
They both stayed still for a few seconds.
Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room now.
Suzune sighed, her face resting on his collarbone, smiling softly.
"That was... better than the first time."
"Practice makes perfect," he replied calmly, running his fingers through her hair.
She let out a faint laugh.
"Don't start thinking I'm going to do this all the time just because I know how to ride you now."
"Of course not," he replied with a discreet smile. "But I wouldn't complain if you did."
She lightly pushed his chest with her hands.
"Idiot..."
But then sighed again, curling up against him once more.
Suzune was still lying on his chest, her body warm, her legs slightly trembling, her breath uneven. Her half-lidded eyes enjoyed the post-climax warmth, but something caught her attention. She felt it.
Felt him pulsing inside her again.
Hard. Full. Throbbing.
Again.
She slowly lifted her face, still panting, and looked into his eyes.
"...You're hard again?" she murmured, surprised, her cheeks flushed deep red.
"Mm. Looks like it," he answered simply, almost as if he were commenting on the weather.
She frowned slightly, caught between a nervous smile and a bit of panic.
"Pervert..." she whispered, biting her lip and rolling her eyes with a breathy laugh.
"You started this, Suzune." His voice was low as he gently pulled her hips downward again, sliding fully inside her once more, feeling her tight, wet heat welcome him naturally.
She gasped softly, surprised by the sudden movement.
"Ahh... Kiyotaka..."
"Do you really think you can ride me like that... and get away with it?"
Suzune tried to respond, but his hips moved slowly and deeply, stealing the air from her lungs before she could utter a word.
"Y-you're so full of yourself..." she whimpered, even as she let herself be guided by his pace.
With a firm push, Kiyotaka sat up, gripping her waist with both hands and flipping her onto her back again, beneath him.
Her body was still sensitive, but molded perfectly to his, in a way neither of them could fully believe.
Suzune stretched her legs, spreading them for him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
He leaned down, kissing her neck more aggressively now, licking, sucking. Marks started to appear wherever his mouth went—and she couldn't even bring herself to protest.
"That's going to leave a mark..." she whimpered, weakly protesting.
"It's so you remember later," he replied, his mouth still on her skin.
She was about to argue, but then he thrust again. Deep. Hot. Intense.
The sensation made her back arch off the bed, her breath catch, and a loud moan escape.
He started a faster, firmer rhythm—each thrust accompanied by his unwavering gaze locked onto hers.
"You're gorgeous like this... all messy..."
She stayed silent for a few seconds, biting her lip and averting her gaze.
"Stop saying stuff like that..." she said, trying to keep her composure.
"You're soaked, Suzune. Kinda hard to pretend you're not enjoying it."
She turned her face away, her cheeks burning.
"Idiot... Stupid Kiyotaka..." she muttered, her moans becoming more uncontrollable.
He rose up a bit more, now kneeling on the bed, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders.
The new angle forced a loud, broken moan from Suzune's throat. She tried to muffle the sound with the back of her hand—but failed.
He smiled, satisfied with the reaction.
"You get even tighter when you try to hold it in..." he teased, thrusting deep again.
Suzune was on the edge. Her body trembled, her skin hypersensitive, her eyes glassy.
"I-I can't... much more... you're insane..."
"Then come with me," he said firmly, his hips snapping into hers faster now, each thrust filling the room with the sound of wet, desperate skin meeting.
And this time, they came together.
Her entire body shook, clinging to the sheets, mouth wide open letting out short, uncontrolled cries. Kiyotaka buried himself as deep as he could, groaning low against her neck, pleasure overtaking him once again as her hot, trembling insides clenched around him like they never wanted to let him go.
For long seconds, only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.
Finally, Kiyotaka slowly pulled out of her, making Suzune shudder and whimper softly from the overstimulation. He lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms without asking permission—and she didn't complain.
"That was..." she tried to speak but ended up laughing instead, hiding her face against his shoulder. "That was a lot."
"I warned you," he answered calmly, eyes half-lidded.
"If you get hard again, I swear I'll kill you."
"That's gonna be hard... You're making me addicted to this." he murmured, running his hand through her hair.
She huffed, hiding a smile.
"Pervert."
But she didn't pull away. On the contrary—she pulled the blanket over both of them and curled up against his chest, her heart still racing, her body still warm, her mind utterly scrambled.
The room was still filled with the scent of them—sweat, skin, sex.
Suzune was breathing heavily, her whole body slick with sweat, still recovering from the second round. But she barely had time to rest.
She felt it.
Right there, between her still-spread thighs, resting against his hips.
Pulsing.
Getting hard again.
She stayed silent for a few moments, forehead pressed to his shoulder, then let out a long breath, disbelieving.
"No... are you seriously getting hard again...?" she murmured, flushing deeper, her voice thick with exhaustion and disbelief.
He didn't respond right away. Just looked at her—calm, with that same gaze that made her dizzy.
Suzune placed her hands on his chest and slowly lifted her face, her eyes wide in shock, panting, but already smiling nervously.
"You're... a stamina demon..." she laughed breathlessly, resting her head on his collarbone. "The first time... you were definitely holding back."
He lightly traced his fingers down her back, almost innocently.
"Of course I was."
"Of course...?"
"It was your first time, Suzune," he said quietly, firmly. "I wanted to take it slow."
"So that... that was you holding back?"
He nodded, like it was obvious.
She went silent for a moment. Then laughed, but this time with a different light in her eyes.
A laugh mixed with challenge, desire, and fascination.
Suzune slowly leaned forward, straddling him once again—but with a very different look in her eyes now—hungry.
"Then it's time... to really satisfy you," she murmured breathlessly, flashing a wicked smile.
Kiyotaka didn't say anything. He just watched her.
Suzune lowered her body onto his again, rubbing her still-sensitive, wet sex against his now fully hard shaft, firm between her thighs.
She bit her lip and moaned just from the friction, feeling the heat surge back with full force.
"Third round... this is ridiculous..." she whispered with a laugh, grinding slowly, provocatively on top of him.
"You can still stop," he teased.
"Not a chance," she answered immediately, grabbing his shaft and lining it up with her entrance, sliding down slowly.
She moaned louder this time as she began to sink onto him again, feeling him stretch her deeply once more.
"Aaah... still... still so deep..." she murmured, throwing her head back.
He gripped her thighs, helping guide her but not controlling her.
This time, she wanted to take the lead.
Suzune started riding him, rolling her hips with more rhythm than before, feeling the pleasure build up faster.
Her body was sweating, her legs shaking, but she didn't stop. She was determined. She wanted to "satisfy" him—and maybe herself too.
She leaned over him, moving faster, moaning more uncontrollably with each thrust.
"Kiyotaka... you make me... insane... I'm getting addicted to this..."
He gently tugged her hair, making her tilt her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed and bit her there, tasting her hot, sweaty skin.
"Addicted to me, Suzune?"
"Shut up..." she moaned, "and cum already... or I'm going to... pass out."
Kiyotaka gripped her waist tightly, taking control of the pace again. He thrusted up into her with rapid, intense strokes, making her whole body bounce with every movement.
She cried out. Without shame.
Her nails dug into his chest as she moaned, sweaty, soaked, her whole face flushed, her body already at its limit.
"This... this... more... just a little more..." she begged, trembling.
And he didn't stop.
Until they both exploded together.
Suzune's moan was the loudest yet, and she collapsed on top of him, completely spent, utterly exhausted, her breath hitching against his neck as her body kept pulsing in waves.
He was groaning softly too, panting, feeling the pleasure run through him with even more intensity than before, like his body had already accepted this new reality with her.
Suzune rolled off to his side, powerless, completely given in, her body still trembling.
"...I can't anymore..." she said weakly, wearing a dumb little smile. "Kiyotaka... you're a monster..."
"I did tell you I was holding back," he replied, calmly tracing a finger along her stomach.
She looked at him, her eyes half-lidded, sweaty, her cheeks flushed red.
"Remind me never to tease you again when we're alone..."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Too late for that."
She laughed. Weak. Exhausted. But happy.
Suzune curled up against his chest, finally letting her body relax.
"Three times... you're going to kill me..."
"I can carry you back to the theater if I have to."
"Idiot..."
"Addicted Suzune."
"Shut up."
The room was stifling. The blanket half thrown on the floor, the mattress a mess, the air saturated with their scent.
Suzune blinked a few times, her face pressed to Kiyotaka's chest, still trying to figure out how her body was even still existing after all that.
Three times.
Three goddamn times.
She let out a long sigh and, with visible effort, sat up on the edge of the bed.
"My legs..." she murmured with a tired smile, glaring at her thighs like they had betrayed her.
She took one step. Trembled.
Almost fell.
"Tsk..." she huffed, annoyed with herself, her body still hot and her muscles weak.
Kiyotaka watched from the bed, calm, amused.
"Need help?"
"Shut up. You've caused me enough trouble already," she shot back, walking slowly to the dresser in the corner of the room.
She opened the drawer, rummaging inside until she found what she was looking for: a pill.
Suzune glanced at him, then at the package, and finally swallowed it with a glass of water from the desk.
She downed it all at once.
Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow.
"Precaution?"
"Obviously. You think I wanna walk out of here straight into a maternity ward?" she replied dryly, her expression serious, though her ears were still burning red.
He shrugged.
"Would be an interesting way to ruin the play."
Suzune rolled her eyes, too drained to argue.
"I'm taking a shower... and if you dare get out of that bed, I swear I'll kick you until you can't use that anymore." She pointed straight at his crotch.
Kiyotaka simply gave her a little wave, victorious, closing his eyes like he was going to behave.
Suzune stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open because of the heat, and turned on the shower.
The hot water began cascading down, and she stepped in slowly, letting it wash over her marked, sweaty body, her breasts still sensitive, her thighs aching from how hard she'd ridden him.
She rested her forehead against the cold wall and sighed.
"...Three times... what the hell is wrong with me?"
But she was smiling. A lot.
The water gradually relaxed her muscles, flowing down between her legs, washing away the intensity of the last minutes. But then, in that almost peaceful moment... she heard footsteps.
"Kiyotaka...?" she called, still resting her forehead against the wall. "I told you not to..."
"I heard you."
"And you came anyway?"
He stepped in slowly, completely naked, utterly shameless, his hair messy, his body covered in scratches from her nails.
She turned around slowly, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest even though he had already seen—and felt—everything.
"You're testing me."
"Just came to take a shower."
"Naked? With... that... like that?" she glanced at his member, which clearly wasn't anywhere near resting.
Kiyotaka stepped closer, placing his hands on the walls of the shower, trapping her between his arms.
Water streamed down their bodies, skin against skin.
"Suzune..."
"No..." she whispered, already feeling the heat returning. "I won't..."
"Then push me away."
"I..." she tried to speak, but his mouth cut her off with a hot, wet kiss, full of hunger.
And that was the end of her resistance.
Suzune gave in, grabbing the back of his neck tightly.
Their bodies pressed together, their hands slipping over each other's wet skin, and she soon found herself being lifted by her thighs, pinned against the cold shower wall.
"Idiot..." she whispered between kisses, panting. "You really want me addicted, don't you?"
He locked eyes with her, steady.
"It's not about wanting anymore, Suzune."
And the penetration was direct, intense, with the hot water running between them.
She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, gripping his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist, the sound of their bodies slapping together mixing with the noise of the shower.
The fourth round had begun—wild, wet, slippery—and she wasn't fighting it anymore.
She wanted it.
She needed it.
Suzune squeezed her eyes shut, bit his shoulder, and whispered with a shaky voice:
"Kiyotaka... if you cum inside me again, you're going to owe me an entire pharmacy of pills..."
He nodded calmly, looking at her face.
"Negotiable."
The sound of the falling water was muffled by Suzune's breathy moans. The cold wall behind her contrasted with the heat of Kiyotaka's body as he held her firmly by the thighs, thrusting into her with deep, slow strokes, as if savoring every second of it.
Water trickled down their bodies, soaking their hair, her sweaty, sensitive breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust of his hips.
She tried to contain the sounds—but she couldn't.
"Ahh... Kiyotaka... deeper..." she moaned, grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him into another wet, desperate kiss, dripping with lust.
He obeyed without hurry, keeping the torturous, steady pace.
Every time he pushed inside her, her body tightened around him so much that he had to breathe deeply not to finish right then and there.
But Suzune was no longer the tense girl from the first time.
Now... she was addicted.
"You like this, don't you?" he murmured against her neck. "Getting fucked here... all slippery, moaning... not able to stop..."
"Shut up... shut up..." she kept repeating, biting his shoulder. "You're going to drive me insane."
Kiyotaka let go of her for a second, making her plant her feet on the wet floor. She almost fell—her legs were shaking too much—but he turned her around, pressing her chest against the tiled wall, gripping her waist tightly.
"Wait... Kiyotaka..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
But he was already lined up again and pushed inside her all at once from behind, making her scream, palm flat against the tiles, her wet hair plastered to her face.
"Aah! B-but I'm... so sensitive..."
"I know," he whispered, pressing his body against hers, his voice hot against her ear. "But you're wetter than ever."
She let out a loud moan.
Each thrust now was faster, rougher, the sound of wet skin meeting echoing inside the shower, mixing with the running water and her ragged, broken moans.
"Aaaah... Kiyotaka... you're going to... seriously drive me insane... I... I can't even think anymore..."
He grabbed her wet hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, licking her skin.
"Then stop thinking, Suzune. Feel."
And she felt.
Every movement, every thrust, every drop of water sliding between her legs—it all multiplied the pleasure.
She moaned louder than ever, giving herself fully, her body completely out of control now.
"I'm close... I'm close... aaahh..." she whimpered, her nails scratching the wet wall.
"Cum for me, Suzune."
And with a few more thrusts, that's exactly what she did.
Her whole body trembled, arching, moans turning into sobs, her skin breaking out in goosebumps even under the hot water. The tightness of her orgasm gripped him hard, and Kiyotaka held her firmly with both hands as he followed right after, a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips, feeling the pleasure spread inside her once again.
They stood there motionless, pressed together, with the water washing over their exhausted bodies, muscles weak, hearts pounding wildly.
Suzune was panting hard, still with her forehead against the wall.
"I... hate... how much I loved this..." she said, letting out a weak laugh, almost crying from exhaustion.
Kiyotaka rested his forehead against her back, his arms around her waist.
"If you want, I can carry you to the hospital right now."
"Idiot..." she whispered, laughing. "Carry me to the bed... and let me sleep for 24 hours."
"You're going to need more than just one pill this time."
"You're going to owe me an IUD, a health plan, and a new hip..."
She slowly turned around, hugging him under the falling water, resting her face against his neck.
"You broke me, Kiyotaka..."
"I warned you, Suzune. I was holding back. And now... next time... I don't have to hold back anymore."
She smiled.
And even exhausted, sweaty, wet, and with trembling legs, Suzune knew she wanted him again.
Maybe not right now.
But very soon.
End of chapter.
(God, thank you, it's finally over—I've never felt this embarrassed in my life ;-;)
I hope you guys liked the chapter, hope you had fun, and even though I'm dying of embarrassment here... I have to ask: was this sex scene better or worse than the first one? God, this is so embarrassing.
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