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Hitoya blows a ring of smoke and watches it dissipate in the dim lights of the room, following it to the window where he can see Nagoya’s lights through cloudy skies. A grumble before he taps the ash away, eyes turning back to the warm body next to his own on that queen sized bed that they’re sharing.
She’s sound asleep and damn if she doesn’t look like a dream. Tousled dark hair on olive skin that still shines with a bit of sweat. Eyes going down her exposed back he can’t help but feel the twine of excitement build up again but he knows he should let her rest. She may be his assistant but he saw the slight bruises on the back of her ankles, she’s been running around for him while he’s just doing work at his desk. And still despite how tired the both of them are they need this at the end of the day, a release.
There’s a digital clock in the room but he’s already turned it away and his favorite watch is discarded on a counter somewhere, he doesn’t care. Right here, right now, he doesn’t want to hear the single tick of a second. He wants to revel in the moment.
“Mmm, Hitoya-san?” An amber eye opens slowly, still half lidded, to meet his own tired gaze.
“Go back to bed. It’s still night.” But a moment later with the soft crinkle of those hotel room sheets he feels her soft skin warming his own.
“You’ll get dark circles if you stay up too you know.” He huffs out a laugh.
“Oh? And who do I have to impress?” Soft lips kiss under his right eye. She always loves kissing his beauty mark.
“Not me. You’re always handsome Hitoya-san. But I’m not so sure your clients will have confidence if you look so beleaguered.” He smirks as he pulls her closer with one arm, abandoning the cigarette to the ashtray.
“Beleaguered huh? And whose fault would that be?” Her giggle floats through the room but soon her arms are around his neck once more, legs wrapped around his own hips. They start with soft, sleepy kisses but he grinds up to her. He might be a bit tired but this? His body can always have more of her.
Soon enough he has his thumb up to her mouth, parting those pretty pouty lips. The lipstick has been long kissed away but they’re still red from his own ministrations. She sucks on his finger and he can’t help but moan as he feels her core grind against his already hardening dick.
“You’re quite the little minx aren’t you?”
“Only for Hitoya-san, that is.” With that she presses against him, needier now and he thanks lady luck again for landing him his precious assistant.
He smells of vanilla and tobacco with a lingering smokey musk. It reminds her of both stormy skies and an old velvet seat beside a fireplace. His scent is absolutely intoxicating and she feels both in euphoria and heaven in his arms. She’s panting, her hot breath warming his lips.
“Hitoya-san… I need you.” The sight of her eyes half lidded, she looks gorgeous and inebriated from him and he can’t help but let that stir his ego. But he only smirks as he rolls them over gently so that she’s beneath him now. He’s still grinning as he kisses her, letting her gasp for more as he slides his hand down her side.
“Awfully greedy aren’t you tonight kitten? I’ll have to teach you a little lesson in patience hmm?” His fingertips are rough and calloused compared to her own silky soft skin but he brushes against the nub of her clit causing a whining mewl. Gods she’s adorable and all his, melting and molding to his own designs in his hands.
They’ve done this a number of times and yet her heart is still racing. Always with him her sensations are high and it’s not because he knows her body so well, though he has become a master at all her weak points. As she bites the bottom of her lip she looks to his tired yet teasing green eyes. The slight crease of wrinkles around them that have come with age, stress, and troubles. She doesn’t know what has caused them all but she loves every line on his face.
She yelps when she suddenly feels him slide two fingers into her, already quick as his thumb continues to rub circles on her still sensitive nub. She wants to admire him but she can’t help but throw her head back and bury it in a pillow to smother her cry as he curls up exactly where it feels best inside her.
Kneading one supple breast he kisses lightly across her collarbone. She’s already close, he can tell, but he wants to draw this out longer. Every moment with her he wants to languish. How did he end up with such a cute young woman under him? Under him physically and in these moments absolutely under his control. Licking his lips he looks to her neck but he knows he can’t leave a mark there, knows that’s not fair for her since she’ll have to cover it up and she looks so much cuter in collared shirts and dresses exposing her neck so he settles for a spot closer to her shoulder near the nape of her neck. He can’t help it, he wants to riddle her with marks. Let the world know she’s his and only his. Her nails dig into his back and he hisses, feeling himself getting more erect and she’s barely even touched him this round.
“Hitoya w-wait,” she pulls back, sitting up before she kisses him deeply before drawing back. “Let me make Hitoya-san feel good too, okay?” It’s less a question and more a teasing command he happily obliges to as she pushes his shoulders to take her spot on the bed laying down. She kisses, nips, and licks down his neck to his chest. He groans as she softly bites his own nipples before kissing down the trail of hairs leading to his own half-hard cock. He shivers under the touch of her lips and hands. A lick up the shaft to moisten things and she sucks on his balls before she goes back up to take him in her mouth. One arm propped behind his head he looks up to watch her work him, the other gently moving her long dark locks from her face so they don’t get in her way and he can see her pretty little face taking him in.They go at this pace for a while, and he can’t help but close his eyes to revel in the sensation. She gets quicker though, working him with both her mouth and one hand in perfect synchronization. That sweet tongue of hers which can be sharp and flirty is now curled around his dick, each movement making him throb before he hears a quick pop and cool air as she pants. He groans at the lost of contact but smiles as he sees her propping herself up, her legs beside his own thighs as she lines herself up. God he swears even from here in the low lighting of that room he can see the shine of the slick from her pussy. He places his larger hands on her hips to help guide her down and they both moan at the sensation of being connected.
He lets her ride him for a while so she can get used to his length. The first slower strokes have him gritting his teeth at how tight her walls are. She does pick up the pace but Hitoya finds it’s him being impatient and far too greedy now as he grips her hips before he has their positions reversed. The sounds of her cries growing louder as he pounds into her harder and deeper only fuel his passion. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be grunting just as loud and sweating profusely as he feels her legs wrapped around him start to tremble. A look to her face and he’s in love with her flushed face, lidded eyes euphoric from pleasure and mouth hanging open, begging for him to help muffle her own cries from orgasm. He bends over to oblige, a sloppy and rough kiss as he continues to pound into her through her orgasm before he soon reaches his own climax afterwards.
Hitoya collapses atop her and they’re both sweaty messes again but her legs are still wrapped firmly around his waist and he doesn’t pull out. They’re not officially a couple, they can’t be with the circumstances how they are, but they trust one another. He knows she loves the feel of his own hot seed inside of her and that thought alone awakens something primal in him so he obliges. Not like he can’t buy her a pill the next morning if she needs it but as she’s giving his face soft kisses and licking the sweat from his neck he puts one hand softly over her belly. He lets the thought linger of it being round from him and it both makes his chest swell and nearly has him erect again but he knows that’s just a fantasy. One day though, maybe one day he can make her all his and hold her hand in public, the world to see his beautiful woman by his side, carrying a child of his own. He smiles and lets himself dream for the moment. That moment is his Heaven as they let out small gasps and laughs, kissing one another, warm bodies entwined in those starch white hotel room sheets.
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“You know I hired you because you’re smart as a whip. Being pretty too? Well that was just a bonus for me. But sometime’s I’m worried about what’s going on in that head of yours, falling for someone like me.” Hitoya snickers as he takes a sip from his glass of whiskey, giving his cute assistant a soft knock to the head with the back of his knuckles.
“Ehhhh? Hitoya-san is so mean!” She sticks out her tongue as he laughs. But soon enough his warm laugh makes her join in with a giggle before she tucks himself against his chest, one finger tracing invisible symbols on his bare chest.
“Well you’re the truly cruel one, making me fall for you in the first place.” Hitoya lets out a breath from his nose.
“Making you? What exactly did this old man do?” She kisses the corner of his mouth softly, tasting the strong flavor of his favorite whiskey.
“You were you. That’s all. Nothing complicated.” She traces a heart on his chest. “And that’s all you needed to do to make me fall in love with you.”
Suddenly the alcohol burns the back of his throat more and Hitoya can’t help but frown. He puts the glass down and rubs his hand against her arm, feeling her touch, their skin to skin, but he’s looking anywhere but at her eyes.
“You’re young and smart. No rush or pressure to get married but don’t be waiting on someone like me.” He sighs, thinks about lighting a cigarette but instead nuzzles the top of her head, smelling her familiar rose shampoo.
“You deserve a man who treats you right. Someone who can give the world to you. I mean that. But I can’t be that man for you. I have too many shadows and nasty things about me. Nothing you should get involved with.” She’s averting her gaze as well, he can tell because she has practically buried her face into his chest now that he can feel her frown and what he hopes isn’t the moisture from tears.
“But I don’t want that. I want you. I don’t care about your past I just want to be in your future. I don’t need the world. I don’t want the world. I don’t mind giving it all up if that means staying at your side. Even if the time is sparing, even if it’s for a moment… I will always wait for you. Heh, even when I’m old and ugly I’m sure… Hitoya-san will be the only one to have my heart. It belongs to you. I belong to you. It’s not something you took or I gave, it’s just how it was always meant to be. I don’t care if you love someone else even… as long as you look my way some time. That’s enough for me.”
Hitoya sighs, his heart tight in his chest. He doesn’t deserve these words. He pushes her away gently so he can see her face and he does see the tears dotting the corner of her eyes, precariously ready to spill down that beautiful face he loves. He kisses the salty tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Doll... you’re so stubborn. You’re practically a parasite, you know that?” She giggles, wrapping her own arms around his neck again before kissing his cheek and snuggling into the nape of his neck, her favorite spot.
“I’m your parasite Hitoya-san.” He lets out a tired chuckle of defeat before embracing her tightly.
“That you are. That you are.”