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Hakari likes to win. Really, he wonders who enjoys losing.
And yes, okay, gambling addiction is a real thing. Whatever, he can admit that he spends a lot of time on games and stupid bets. But the thing is - he is a winner. And he knows when to fold, when to cut his loses too.
However, being a winner and compulsively playing these games does mean that - well, he ends up with a lot of little trinkets. Small prizes clutter up his space and pant pockets. Hakari knows he doesn’t need the millions of tiny candies, stickers and plastic pieces of junk. Throwing them away would be wasteful. They are his winnings after all, even if the small things cluttering up his space mean nothing next to his huge jackpots.
What it does mean though is a huge mess leftover of things he does not like and will not use. The pile of junk is so large that it threatens to fall over, little bits and pieces rolling down under his bed. It is ridiculous. Hakari frowns, still so unwilling to just throw it all away. They are winnings after all. They are his proof of success.
His phone chooses that perfect moment to ping, Kirara’s icon appearing with the notification flag as she messages him something or another.
Hakari grins, the solution to his problem appearing to him in a large stroke of genius. Hakari fancies himself a generous guy. He can spread his luck around, share with others. Grabbing a box from some leftover package, Hakari fills it with the candies. Not even bothering to read the waiting message, Hakari responds to Kirara asking to meet up by the back garden.
Whistling a tune, Hakari holds the box under his arm, pleased at his plan.
Kirara is already there waiting for him when he shows up. She is growing out her hair and wearing a skirt obviously pilfered from one of the other girls, going by the tame style of it. Kirara grins at him, waving cutely.
“Kin-chan! Why did you want to meet up?” Kirara asks as soon as he is near.
Hakari simply tosses the box her way. She catches it, eyes wide and curious. Kirara tilts the box this way and that, inspecting the glossy purple paper. Her fingers run over the decorative ribbon tentatively. The box is just an old one from a proper sweets store, the kind that is meant to be reused. It looks nice, he guesses. Fancy.
Still, Hakari taps his feet impatiently. “Oi, open it! I wanna know if you like what’s inside.”
Kirara quietly glances at him through her fringe but listens anyway, carefully and studiously opening the flap of the box. Hakari watches with satisfaction as her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Candies?” Kirara says in wonder. “Are all these for me?”
“Yup,” Hakari grins, leaning over Kirara’s shoulder to look at the full box of treats. “I saw them and thought you’d like it.”
“Oh!” Kirara turns to him, her smile big and wide and cute. Her eyes sparkle as Hakari meets her straight on. “Thank you, Kin-chan!
Hakari winks. “You’re welcome.”
Her blush spreads but her smile doesn’t waver. “I have nothing to give you in return though.”
“It’s a gift,” Hakari assures her. And a gain for him, he doesn’t say, to not have those super sweet candies all over his room.
Kirara pushes into his space, coming within inches of touching him, her head fully tilted up to look at his towering figure. Hakari raises one eyebrow at the sudden closeness and then raises the other when her smaller hand presses against his chest fearlessly.
Kirara’s expression turns coy, her smile taking a dangerous edge as she leans up, almost whispering right into his mouth. “A nice gift deserves a nice thank you, hmmm?”
Hakari shivers, his pulse quickening. The two teenagers have made out before, hurried and frenzied kisses on various walls and hidden enclaves. Kirara is still going through her phase of discovery, learning what she likes and doesn’t like, and Hakari is a really stand-up guy, a good friend, here to support his classmate in all ways. He likes kissing, and he likes kissing Kirara. If she is offering, he will not turn it down.
So it is easy as breathing for Hakari to duck down and meet Kirara’s lips with his own in a soft kiss. “The only reward I need is your smile, sweetheart.”
Kirara puffs out a laugh, her hand petting down his chest, his stomach. Soft fingers trail around his waistband and Hakari freezes, eyes going dark at the implications.
“I have a better reward in mind,” Kirara teases, stretching up on her tippy toes to kiss him again. “Can we head back to your room for me to give it to you?”
Blood leaves Hakari’s brain to head south in a rush, his dick plumping up in anticipation as he growls. Wasting no time, Hakari grabs at Kirara’s free hand and pulls her with him, heading towards his room.
Kirara wiggles free with a twinkling laugh. Hakari grabs at her again and she twirls away, winking at him cheekily. Her long hair trails right at the nap of her neck as she turns on her heel, leading the way to his room. Hakari laughs, grinning wide as he watches her hips sway, hurrying to keep up with her pace until they are nearly racing to his room.
Kirara swings open his door and he catches it, closing it in half a step as they move inside. Finally, Hakari reaches out with his two bigger hands, trapping the girl in his arms. He spins, pressing her right up to the door, the box of candies falling forgotten to the floor.
“That eager to thank me, huh?” Hakari murmurs. “Made us run all the way here, it better be good.”
Kirara snakes her arms around his neck, pulling his body further into her own. “I wanna blow you. Is that good enough?”
Fuck. Yes. Hakari’s dick hardens even more and he grinds himself forward, bumping himself into Kirara’s hip. “Sweetheart, you are so good to me.”
She kisses him chastely, tenderly rubbing at his neck. “Kin-chan deserves it. Thinking of me, giving me presents.”
Hakari can’t resist the cuteness of her and he lifts her up into his arms, carrying Kirara over to his messy bed. He drops her with a bounce and quickly follows her down, covering her body in his own. Hakari licks, bites and sucks at her neck, grinding down between the spread of her legs. He palms at her ass, feeling the skirt ruck up higher and higher on her thighs, only her most secret parts still covered by compression shorts. Hakari ignores all that, paying attention to the gasps and moans spilling out of Kirara’s mouth.
“Fuck, Kin, Kin-chan, please, please let me.” Kirara’s hands rub over his scalp, tangling in his curls. Her face is so pink, her lips bitten red. She looks so desperate, so desperate to thank Hakari by sucking on his dick for a box of leftover candies.
Hakari rolls, taking Kirara with him. She catches herself on top of him, her bright eyes staring down at his face.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart. Take what you want.”
Kirara doesn’t reply with words. Instead her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open. Hakari can feel her body shiver on top of his, and he puts his hands behind his head, anything to keep from showing how deep those words ring true, anything to keep from grabbing Kirara and never letting go.
After a second, Kirara leans down to kiss him sweetly. Then she shuffles down, down, down her hand trailing down his chest, his stomach and settling on his pants. With a coordinated movement, Hakari lifts up his hips enough so that Kirara can slip his pants down his thighs, his underwear going with it.
His cock springs forward, standing fully upright with his arousal. Kirara wastes no time in grabbing him at the base of his shaft, her fingers on one hand unable to meet. Kirara brings the second hand into play, and the first strokes are too rough, too much friction without any slick. Hakari bucks up into the motion, swearing.
“God, fuck. Too damn dry!”
Kirara laughs at him and then all his anger melts away when her tongue snakes out and licks around the head of his dick. Hakari bucks up again for a completely different reason as he feels the wet slide move around his foreskin, dipping into his urethra without hesitation. Little licks and wet kisses spread spit all over his skin. He feels the next flick of Kirara’s wrist and the grip of her fingers slide smoothly up and down, the friction straight pleasure. Her small mouth closes around the head of his cock and the hot warmth melts his insides, his spine relaxing into the bed.
He can feel her take him deeper into her mouth, her tongue working along the under side of his dick, her lips a perfect suction. Everything she can’t take in is worked over by her two hands. Her rhythm is slow, steady. Each swirl of her tongue is purposeful, the bob of her head maddeningly unrelenting in pressure. Hakari groans, hips wanting to thrust, wanting to fuck up into the pleasure. His core is full of molten lava, the anticipation building behind his sternum. He can feel his heart racing, panting into the dry air of the room as Kirara’s mouth works him over with a mindless determination.
She is really going for it, slurping at his tip, swallowing around her own spit and his pre-cum. Hakari can feel the vibrations of her moans all the way into his skull, and his eyes shutter shut at the realization that the bed is moving as Kirara ruts her hips down, chasing her own pleasure while worshipping Hakari’s cock.
It’s enough to electrify an already heated environment and Hakari hurtles deeper into the decadent, molasses slow sensation focused right on his cock, on the jacking of Kirara’s hands, on the dirty suck of her lips, the never-tiring licks of her tongue.
His balls feel full and heavy, his thighs quivering under Kirara’s attention. Usually his orgasms are fast and quick, wham-bam and done. This one grows suck by suck, his abdominals clenching as it builds and builds. Kirara does not pause, does not increase her pace. Hakari losses track of time, floating in the sensation.
And Hakari’s breath catches, trapped deep in his lungs. The steady, never wavering attention suddenly is too much, too overwhelming. Hakari’s eyes burn, his cheeks heating up as every muscle in his body tenses, his balls drawing up and tight to his body.
Kirara’s eyes flicker up to his, her face red, her lips wet and swollen. Her eyes are so dark, black like the night sky with stars sparkling brightly, hypnotizing Hakari. Her fists meets her mouth and then her mouth follows the rub of her fingers down, down, down - until her palms are resting on his pelvis, the L of her fingers bordering the base of his cock as it is slowly fed into her open throat.
He watches frozen as his dick disappears fully into her mouth right in front of his eyes. Kirara swallows, and he can’t - he can’t deal with the tightness, the hotness, the unbelievable reality that he is so deep inside her.
The tension snaps, the room crackling with energy as Hakari bites back a roar, his whole body curling forward and his hands snagging mindlessly into Kirara’s hair, not letting the pressure of her mouth leave. Hakari can feel his cock pulsing, sending wave after wave of cum straight down her desperately swallowing throat.
When he finally is done, his balls drained completely, Hakari relaxes his grip and slides out. He pets Kirara’s hair out of her dazed face, pressing soft, careful kisses on her wet cheeks. Hakari feels like he just went against the House in poker and got a royal flush, the adrenaline hitting him high. Kirara nuzzles his palm gently.
“Sweetheart, Kirara - you are so amazing, so good. I think my heart stopped for a minute.” Hakari praises her, pulling her up into his lap.
Kirara kisses him back, cuddling into him. “I’m happy.” Her voice cracks, throat abused. “It made me so happy that you were thinking of me.”
“Ah, here I thought you just liked candy.” Hakari teases.
She smiles against his chest. “I do! Actually,“ her technique activates and the box of candies whips into her hands. She opens the box and searches through, pulling out a sweet, fruity flavour. The candy is unwrapped and fed past her swollen lips, entering where his cock was just minutes before.
“So good,” Kirara says, eyes twinkling.
Hakari laughs, falling back into the bed with a bounce. Kirara stays perched on his hips, happily enjoying her sweet treat. Hakari closes his eyes, body relaxed and feeling good.
“Oh, hey - what’s that pile of junk for?” Kirara asks after a few minutes. Hakari peeks open his eyes to see her gesturing towards the pachinko cast-off prizes.
“Just useless stuff. It’s where I got the candies from.” Hakari says carelessly, stretching with a yawn.
“What?” The room goes cold. A glance at Kirara showcases her little pout. “Are you telling me your special gift to me is just your leftovers?”
Shit. Hakari knows a dangerous trap when he sees one. “Uhhh.”
“You jerk!” Kirara growls cutely, punching him in the gut a handful of times. Hakari grunts in pain as her knuckles dig in before he can capture her hands in his own.
“Sorry! Sorry, it’s not like that!” Hakari scrambles for a defence. There is nothing he can think off the top of his head that will save him, the damage done by the pile of pachinko balls.
“You owe me.” Kirara pouts, her lip ten times bigger than usual.
Hakari is charmed despite her obvious displeasure. He sits up, wrapping his arms around Kirara. “I do owe you. Something expensive. And pretty, right?”
Kirara sighs, running her hands through his hair. She cuddles up to him with a huff, resting her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, okay. I can’t stay mad at you.”
Hakari grins into her soft hair, squeezing her in his arms. He does love winning.
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