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You were both still sound asleep as the first rays of morning sunshine came and went, eventually giving way to a hazy midday glow. You woke first and slid carefully out of Majima’s arms so as not to disturb him.
Comfy as it was, the couch had already proven a tight fit for two people last night, so you were sure he’d appreciate some space and a couple more hours of proper rest. He stirred a little as you replaced the warmth of your body with a thick blanket and it took most of your strength to suppress the desire to touch his serene sleeping face.
It was just now starting to sink in that last night hadn't been just a fever dream. He, too, had been just as scared to lose you as you had been to leave and now that he'd laid bare his heart before you, you were determined to cherish both it and your time together... a time you hoped would last forever, starting from today.
The sound of a light snore coming from his end pulled you from your thoughts and with an amused smile you finally rose to ponder what the rest of the day had in store. A shower, to begin with, and maybe afterwards you could make something for breakfast, or what was now going to be more of a late lunch.
It suddenly occurred to you that you had only a vague idea of what Majima’s tastes in food were like. A couple of times you’d gone out for noodles with him and a few of his crew and he’d also enthusiastically recommended you some of his favourite street food places, but it was rare to see him properly eat during the day. Energy drinks and assorted junk snacks seemed to form the bulk of Majima’s diet, which you supposed came as no surprise, considering his slender frame.
Still, this made coming up with a breakfast menu a tough task, so the decision was better off postponed for now. Focusing instead on your usual routine, you stepped into the shower and let the hot water stream down your face. But you only managed to get halfway through washing your hair before your thoughts inevitably strayed back to him and to his words from before.
A place by his side… What exactly would that mean for you?
Embarrassing as it was to admit, you had no trouble coming up with all sorts of idyllic scenarios of being the strong yakuza wife, in all respects her husband’s equal. However, you weren’t naive enough to think it was actually going to be this easy. Your involvement with the Tojo Clan up until now had been child’s play and you’d barely scratched the surface of all of its dark dealings, that much you knew.
Rumours had in the past reached your ears, warning of how the violence in the streets paled in comparison to the gruesome acts that took place behind closed doors, deep below. And those same rumours had also spoken of Majima as one who could count himself lucky to have been intimately acquainted with them and still lived to tell the tale. Yet somehow you got the feeling he wasn’t all that keen on telling it…
An uncomfortable shiver passed through you, though the water hadn’t changed temperature. You hopped out of the shower and swiftly dried off, wrapping yourself in your bathrobe. Now you were really overthinking things. Why had your brain immediately jumped to marriage? All you’d shared was a couch and a few kisses...
Not to mention, it was doubtful whether yours could ever even be a “conventional” romance, given the lives you both led. For now, you had to learn to take things slowly, one day at a time.
Stepping back into the living room, you were puzzled to find said couch vacant and the blanket neatly folded to one side. He hadn’t left already, had he? You moved to investigate further, but a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist from behind and a light kiss connected with the nape of your neck.
“Ah… I was afraid you were gone. I didn’t wake you up, did I?” you inquired, relaxing against him.
He only shook his head in response and you yelped playfully as his goatee grazed a ticklish spot near the top of your spine.
“Hey, if you’re in the mood for breakfast, I was thinking I’d—”
Before you could turn to look at him or steal a proper good morning kiss, Majima slid one hand upwards along your body to tilt your head up and used the other to pull the bathrobe down your shoulder, wasting no time in leaving a trail of wet, searing kisses on the newly exposed flesh.
Oh, he was in a different kind of mood altogether. Your skin, flushed and radiant with the peachy fragrance of your body wash, seemed to entice him beyond words and the effect was certainly… palpable in the way he ground his hips against you.
Though it’s not like it took much to get you going either. Dizzy with excitement, you moaned weakly and tried to guide his hand to one of your breasts, the nipple already erect and aching to be touched.
However, just then, he ceased all movement and whipped you around to face him. Through the nebulous cloud of lust swirling in his eye and yours alike, he composed himself enough to ask:
“Ya sure ya want this, baby? Don’t wanna rush things along, if ya'd rather wait...”
Right, whatever happened to "one day at a time"? To slowly easing into this budding relationship?
Slowly... like the way his breath was fanning your neck...
Slowly... like the way his fingers were running over the curve of your back...
Slowly... like the way you wanted him to just fuck you, here and now.
Hell, you'd fantasized about it countless times before... you were as ready as you’d ever be.
“Please, ” you began huskily, your hand gripping his thigh and your lips seeking his again. “I couldn’t wait another minute...”
That was all Majima needed to hear, as the very next instant he lifted you up and claimed your mouth in a sloppy, ravenous kiss. You took the hint and threw your legs around his waist, directing him as best as you could to the bedroom.
Sprawled on you back in the centre of the bed, you watched with growing need as he peeled off the leather slacks and borrowed T-shirt and closed in on you once more. His palms then slipped underneath the fabric of your bathrobe, gently pushing it open and stripping it away to fully reveal you to the chilly air and to his gaze.
You felt your entire body quiver as he hungrily took in the sight of your most intimate parts. You hardly realized it yourself, but just as the hidden tenderness of Majima’s heart fed your affection for him, so too did the feral glint in the Mad Dog's eye feed your carnal desire. You were already dripping wet and eager for your skin to meet his, everywhere and all at once, but you could tell he was somewhat holding back.
Deciding he could do with some encouragement, you reached out to cup his face and let your fingertips trace his jawline, before travelling lower to the jagged peaks of ink flowing over his shoulders and then lower still to graze his navel. Your touch was light, but it had the tantalizing effect you'd hoped for.
A sound akin to a growl escaped Majima's lips and he swiftly grabbed your wrists and pinned them to either side of your head.
“Y’know, that breakfast’s soundin’ real good right about now… What’s a guy to do if he’s feelin’ a lil’ peckish, hmm?” he sang out, shifting forward to drag his tongue along the side of your neck.
You only whimpered in response and that seemed to satisfy him, because his grin grew wider and he immediately launched into a flurry of licks and bites peppered all over your torso. You squirmed as his mouth ghosted over each breast in turn and his teeth gently scraped their rosy tips, shrouding your brain in a fog of pleasure. Though what thrilled you the most was how he too was obviously enjoying drawing out your sighs and moans, if the throbbing of his length against your thigh was anything to go by.
Gradually, Majima’s caresses dipped lower and soon you felt the cool waves of his breath over your slick folds.
"You'll let me have a taste, right girl?" he questioned playfully, this time waiting for you to voice your approval before proceeding.
Like he even needed to ask… you wanted it more than anything. Still, seeing him this mindful of your boundaries sent a warm tingle to your already intensely blushing cheeks.
"Y-yes," you panted hazily. "Please…"
The first few licks were slow and probing but it wasn’t long until he found a sweet rhythm that had you clenching your thighs around his head and gripping the sheets for dear life.
Whenever you could peek a glance at him over the rise of your chest, you saw that his dark eye was constantly trained on your face, as if he wanted to commit to memory all of your expressions of ecstasy. And he certainly wasn’t starved for those. Under the sheer intensity of his attack on your bud, the tension that had been mounting inside your core was threatening to unravel and your body did little to hide that fact.
Suddenly, the swirling of his tongue slowed and you felt two of his fingers delicately spread you open and push inside. If you thought you were getting close before, now you stood at the very brink, gasping and rolling your pelvis almost unconsciously against Majima’s mouth as he explored your walls in alternating curling and twisting motions.
Gathering all the strength you could muster in your dazed state, you squeezed his free hand in hopes of signalling him to stop. As heavenly as this peak was promising to be, you wanted to reach it together, in his arms.
“W-wait! Aah… I-I don’t want to… not just yet…” came your hurried plea, which Majima obliged, drawing back with a sly smile.
While he busied himself with sucking his fingers clean, you lifted up and practically pounced onto his lap, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed as you straddled his thighs.
He leaned in to gingerly brush a few stray hairs out of your face and a moment passed between you where you just stared into each other's eyes and savoured the closeness. But once your lips met again, the embers were instantly reignited and your hand reached down to give his cock the attention you were sure it sorely needed. Starting with a few languid, teasing strokes, you gradually worked up to a brisker pace that seemed to drive him wild.
"Mmmh... f-fuck, baby…" he whined.
Patience… you’d get to that part too. Tenderly, your palm dragged over the prominent veins, pausing each time at the top to allow your thumb to smooth over the soft head. God, he was so thick and pulsed so needily in your grasp...
Soon, you heard his breath catch in his throat and watched as a few translucent beads of precum seeped out to coat your fingers, spurring a primal urge in you to finally press your sexes together.
You slipped him bit by bit inside, past your entrance and then deeper to the sensitive innermost parts of your core, relishing the unfamiliar stretch and breathlessly watching his reaction. As soon as you started sinking down on him, his eye fluttered shut and he let out a moan so long and deliciously guttural your hips eagerly repeated the motion just so you could hear it again.
His hands went to your back to support your body rocking against him and you slowly surrendered to the exquisite sensation of being filled over and over. Though this position did not afford Majima much room to move, he wasn't content with just letting you do all the work. Angling his hips upwards, he bucked into you in time with your bounces, each time sweeping the base of his shaft along your quaking bud.
Jolts of fluid lightning coursed through your veins as you felt your release quickly approaching.
Just a little longer…
Just until he too...
The sheen of sweat on his heated skin, his grit teeth and the spellbound look in his half-lidded eye: they were all clear signs he wasn't going to last much longer either. His breath started coming in increasingly shorter gasps and he sped up the pace at which you were sheathing him, using all his strength to drive you up and down.
Overwhelmed by the friction, you desperately wanted to vocalize your passion, but all words melted on your lips when your orgasm hit without warning, robbing your brain of any coherent thought.
"Good girl… " he praised, holding you up and letting you brace against his inked biceps as your walls spasmed and you rode out the waves of your high.
"Darlin', ya… aahn… ya squeeze me like that an' I'm gonna—"
After a few more frantic pushes on your hips, you were suddenly thrust forward and pressed to his chest with enough momentum to knock the air out of your lungs. Wrapped around you, Majima's whole body shuddered and his teeth sank into your shoulder, while at the same time a comforting warmth bloomed deep within your center.
The moments that followed were still and peaceful, as you both tried to recover from the erotic surge that had left both of you lightheaded and hypersensitive. You tried to move first to meet your lover's gaze, but he only clutched you harder and hid his face in the crook of your neck.
So, instead, you settled for just resting your head on his and gently combing your fingers through his silken hair. His dewy exhale floating over your collarbone, your heartbeats slowly syncing back to a normal rhythm against one another… this… this was bliss. Ah, if only all your days could start like this from now on, you could die a happy woman. But the future was at the moment still a vast unknown...
And above all else, there was one thing you had to tell him. Last night your emotions had been too raw to be put clearly into words, but you owed it to yourself and to him. Now was the time.
"Goro…" you began in a hushed tone, lightly tracing one of the scarlet petals on his back.
"I love you."
Just like that. A simple phrase, but one which caused Majima's pulse to spike again and his nails to dig into your skin. You didn't expect the response to come in the form of a trembling question, certainly not any more than you expected it to almost bring you to tears.
"You… you really mean that? You're not just playing with an old man's heart?"
Finally pulling back to look at him, you sat agape, struggling to find an expression with the intensity to convey just how much you meant it.
But your eyes told him enough. With a guilty look and a sheepish smile, he slid his palm over your cheek to lovingly rub the back of your neck.
"Sorry… really dumb question, ain't it? It's just that ya…" he hesitated. His brows knit together and he struggled to continue, as if each uttered word was a piece of his soul he was crumbling into the wind.
"Ya haven't really seen what it's like... what I'm like when the mask slips. Or when this thing comes off..." he rasped out, briefly skimming the black fabric of his eyepatch.
Goro Majima — the man, and the Mad Dog — the mask. Or the other way around perhaps, as he seemingly saw it. Which was which and to what extent the two even differed… that mattered little. However tangled his personas and however chilling the scar he hid under there may have been, you were prepared to face it all, in time.
You laced your fingers between his and rolled sideways onto the tousled sheets, pulling him to lie next to you.
"Then show me. And I'll show you that I love you all the same."