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The quiet hum of the city faded into the background as Nanami and Utahime walked side by side. The evening had been pleasant—just the two of them, sharing dinner in a small restaurant far removed from the chaos of their usual lives. Nanami had chosen the spot carefully, wanting something simple, something that would allow him to focus on her. And while the conversation had flowed easily, there had been an undercurrent of tension all night—an unspoken pull that neither of them had acknowledged.
As they neared his apartment, Nanami could feel his pulse quicken, though his expression remained calm. He wasn’t nervous—at least, that’s what he kept telling himself—but there was a weight to the moment that he couldn’t ignore.
When they reached the front door, his hand paused on the handle, a slight hesitation in his movements. He glanced at Utahime, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty, but all he found was that quiet confidence he had always admired.
He opened the door, his voice quieter than usual. “Would you like to come in?”
Her eyes met his, and she gave a soft nod. “Yeah... I’d like that.”
Nanami led her up the stairs in silence, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts he couldn’t quite contain. This was new territory, and he wasn’t sure what to expect. He had always kept this part of his life separate—his space, his solitude—but now, with Utahime walking beside him, it felt different.
It felt like he was letting her in, in more ways than one.
At his door, he hesitated again, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He didn’t bring people here. This was his sanctuary, a place where he could let the weight of the world slip away. Inviting Utahime into this space felt... vulnerable. It wasn’t just about her being here—it was about what it meant.
When he finally unlocked the door and opened it for her, he stepped aside, giving her a small, almost hesitant smile. “It’s not much, but... welcome.”
As Utahime stepped inside, Nanami’s heart did something strange—a soft flutter, almost like nerves. He watched her as she looked around, taking in the minimalistic decor, the quiet warmth of the space. He felt exposed in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
He closed the door behind them, and the click of the lock felt louder than usual in the silence that followed. Nanami moved to turn on a small lamp, casting a soft glow over the room. He loosened the top button of his shirt, running a hand through his hair as he tried to relax. But it wasn’t easy—not with Utahime standing there, her presence filling the space in a way that made him feel... off-balance.
He was always calm. Always composed. But right now, standing in his own apartment, with her watching him, he felt anything but composed.
“I don’t bring many people here,” Nanami found himself admitting, the words slipping out before he had time to think them through.
Utahime looked at him, her eyes softening. “I’m honoured, then.”
There it was again—that quiet confidence that always seemed to catch him off guard. She had no idea how much it meant to him, letting her into this part of his life. He wasn’t used to this—letting people see him like this. But with her... it felt different. Right, even.
For a moment, they stood in silence, the tension between them thickening as the seconds ticked by. Nanami wasn’t sure what to do—what to say. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t mind it. He had been thinking about this all night—about her, about how long he had wanted this. But saying the words aloud felt like a step he wasn’t sure he could take just yet. Instead, he focused on her, on the way she moved closer, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm.
“You were quiet tonight,” she said softly, her voice breaking the silence. “Everything okay?”
Nanami’s lips twitched into a small smile, but he could feel the nervous energy building beneath his calm exterior. “I was just... thinking.”
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes curious. “About what?”
His heart beat louder in his chest as he glanced down, taking a moment before meeting her gaze again. “About how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Utahime’s breath seemed to catch, and before she could respond, Nanami stepped forward, his hand gently brushing her arm. The touch was tentative, cautious, as though he was still giving her the chance to walk away. But when she didn’t—when she leaned into him, closing the distance between them—his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close.
The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, but as Nanami felt Utahime respond, something inside him shifted. His other hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss, his grip on her tightening. There was a quiet intensity in the way he kissed her, as though he was trying to take in every moment, every sensation, because he still couldn’t quite believe this was real.
And yet, as her hands found their way to his shirt, pulling him closer, he let himself believe it. In this moment, in this space, it was real. She was real. And for once, Nanami allowed himself to want more.
Her hands were in his hair now, nails slightly scratching his scalp—he was losing his mind.
Two could play that game.
Still locked in the kiss, Nanami let his hands trail down her body—caressing and stroking until they reached her hips. He slid his arms around her, lifting her effortlessly and securing her legs around his waist. She let out a little squeak of surprise and Nanami took the opportunity
In this position, he could feel the heat of her body aligned with his.
Nanami held her securely, her legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, the heat between them building. Utahime, clearly happy with this new position, shifted her hips against him—finding his length hot and hard where she needed it.
He was always so controlled, so measured—but now, with her pressed against him, the way she was tugging at his hair, he felt the threads of that control slipping.
Utahime must have sensed it too, because she pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy, her eyes dark with something playful. Her hands slipped to his tie, fingers curling around the fabric in a teasing motion.
“I think this is in the way,” she murmured, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Nanami raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile appearing, but he said nothing. His heart pounded as he watched her tug at the tie, loosening it further, the leopard print fabric sliding through her fingers. There was something about the way she handled it—something that made his breath hitch.
Without breaking eye contact, Utahime pulled the tie completely free from his collar, holding it between her fingers. Her expression was mischievous, her gaze never leaving his as she raised an eyebrow. “Mind if I borrow it?”
Nanami chuckled softly, his voice lower than usual. “Be my guest.”
She took her time, wrapping the tie around her knuckles the way she’d seen him do so many times. Then, she reached out, tracing a finger down the length of his shirt, her touch light but deliberate. Nanami’s breath caught—the sensation of her fingers combined with the sight of his tie in her hand sent a surge of heat through him, his pulse quickening.
Utahime's fingers trailed down Nanami's chest, unbuttoning his shirt with agonising slowness. Her eyes never left his as she worked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Nanami felt his control slipping further with each button undone, his breathing growing heavier.
When she reached the last button, Utahime paused, her hand resting on his bare chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm. "Still thinking about how long you've wanted this?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
Nanami's hand came up to cover hers, pressing it more firmly against his chest. "I'm not thinking about anything but you right now," he replied, his voice rough with desire.
Nanami's words sent a shiver down Utahime's spine. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch as he slowly backed her up against the wall. His hands moved to brace himself on either side of her head, caging her in.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, giving her a chance to stop things if she wanted.
Utahime nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "More than okay," she breathed.
That was all the permission Nanami needed. He leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into it. Utahime responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his open shirt to explore the firm planes of his chest and abs.
Nanami groaned low in his throat at her touch. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he shifted his hips against her centre.
She moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his skin. The sound went straight to Nanami's head, and he kissed her harder, deeper.
His tongue was teasing, exploratory, intent on tasting every inch of her. His mouth made its way up her jaw, landing on the soft skin behind her ear. His soft suckling of her sensitive flesh had her panting and gripping his shoulders, grappling for more contact. Nanami continued his exploration of her skin, kissing, sucking, and licking his way down her neck. His hands, engaged in their own exploration, pushed up against her breasts and rubbed softly—losing his mind at the feel of her nipples pebbled against his palm.
Her soft gasp pulled his focus back to the moment. Nanami pulled back, panting. "Utahime—can I—?"
She gazed at him, eyes dark with desire and curiosity. His attention snagged on her kiss-affected lips.
"Can you what?" she prompted softly.
Nanami hesitated for a moment, before his eyes dropped to her heaving chest. "May I take off your shirt?"
Utahime flushed with heat, but she nodded, her voice confident but affected with desire—barely above a whisper. "Okay."
With a soft smile, Nanami reached for her shirt, fingers grazing soft skin as he lifted it over her head.
Oh fuck, he thought, how had he not realized she wasn’t wearing a bra this whole time. His brain short circuited at the sight before him; his cock—already impossibly hard—ached for relief.
He wasn't surprised to find her breasts perfect; full, pert, and peaked with rosy nipples that were begging for his tongue. After such intense longing they were always going to be perfect. He was, however, surprised to see the small tattoo inked next to the soft curve of her left breast.
Before he could stop himself, Nanami reached down and gently traced the small knot tattooed on her skin, his fingers brushing over the delicate lines. His breath caught, and for a moment, he just stared, awe and wonder flickering in his eyes.
“You got this for me,” he said quietly, his voice filled with reverence, a kind of wonder he rarely let show.
Utahime smiled softly, her eyes meeting his. “It’s not exactly subtle, is it?”
His thumb lingered over the tattoo, and Nanami’s chest tightened. The knot—so small yet perfectly representative of the bond between them—felt almost overwhelming. “It’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice low. “But... why?”
Utahime tilted her head, her smile widening just a little. “Because you mean more to me than you realise. I wanted something... something that’s just ours.”
Nanami’s heart pounded as her words sank in, and something inside him cracked wide open. “Fuck, Utahime…” His eyes were still fixed on her skin, but her name left his lips like a reverent exhalation.
Her small hands brushed his cheek, pulling his gaze back to her face. Nanami pressed into her touch, overwhelmed by her presence and the weight of her gesture.
“You’re incredible, Hime. This feels like a dream—having you here, knowing you did this for me.” His voice shook slightly, the raw emotion finally slipping through the cracks in his usual calm.
His words soothed the nerves that had been creeping up on Utahime. While this wasn’t her first time, the way Nanami looked at her with such adoration, the emotional intimacy he gave so freely, made everything feel new and unfamiliar in the best way.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realise…” Her voice wavered, but Nanami shook his head softly, pressing his lips to her temple.
“You don’t have to apologise. You’re here now,” he whispered, his voice soft but unsteady, full of reverence and something far deeper than mere attraction. “And that’s all that matters.”
Unsure of the words to express her desire to be with him fully in this moment, she leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his and slicking his lips with her tongue. She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped gently—intent on erasing any doubt this moment was one-sided. Feeling a little more confident, her hands in hair, she guided his head down to her chest.
Nanami allowed her hands to guide him where she wanted him. His hands around his ribs as he kissed a path from her collarbone to her breast. Reaching the peak, his tongue traced the outline of her nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking softly.
Hands still in his hair, Utahime’s nails scratched against his skin as she tugged him closer.
Releasing her with soft pop, Nanami pressed his tongue flat against her nipple and licked up, dragging against the tip. The sensation flooded her pussy and sent her vision white. She wondered if she might come just from his mouth on her breast.
Sensing her desperation for more, Nanami lifted his hand to her other breast and palmed it roughly. She moaned, her back arched, pushing herself against him, begging.
Utahime could feel her pussy aching with emptiness. She wanted—needed—to be fucked so badly.
She pulled back and grabbed Nanami’s hand, pressing it between her legs. “Touch me, please,” she begged, her breath heavy and desperate.
Nanami complied, slipping his hand into her pants. His fingers slid between her folds and found the bundle of nerves. His hand moved to stroke her gently, the rough pad of his thumb stroking her clit, fingers probing at her entrance.
Utahime let out a choked moan as he stroked her. Nanami was intent on watching her. On seeing what brought her to the edge of ecstasy and sending her over.
Her hands reached for him, guiding him to her waistband. It was obvious what she wanted, and Nanami, hands shaking slightly, hooked his fingers in her pants, tugging them down until she was completely bare before him. He could see how wet she was—how desperate her body was for more—and the sight sent a fresh surge of desire through him.
Utahime, her breathing heavy, leaned in and pressed her lips against his neck, biting softly, sucking at his skin in a way that had his heart pounding in his chest. He slipped a finger inside her, and her back arched in pleasure. Nanami couldn’t help but groan; she felt tight—so fucking tight—and he was sure he’d explode if he didn’t have her soon.
“Hime...” He gasped as she sucked his skin, the sensation sending him into a frenzy. “I need to taste you." Nanami’s voice was low, rough with need. "Please let me."
She nodded and pushed him to his knees.
He parted her legs, and lifted one over his shoulder. Hands on her inner thighs, Nanami leaned forward. His tongue dragged against her slick pussy—parting her lips and lapping up every drop of her juices. Utahime gasped at the sensation, her legs trembling at the heat of his mouth between her legs.
He found her clit and flicked it with his tongue before sucking lightly. He heard the breath leave her body. Nanami held her in place while she rocked against his mouth, losing himself in the taste of her pussy. It was everything and more. He slipped a finger inside of her, working in sync with his tongue to drive her mad.
As he worked her, Utahime felt the wave of pleasure building, threatening to push her over the edge.
“Nanami!” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. She felt the first ripple of pleasure, and then she was coming hard around his tongue. Nanami had never felt anything so beautiful in his life. The way her walls contracted around his fingers, the way her thighs quivered in his hands as he held her against his mouth and watched her come apart before him.
It was perfect.
He took his time, lapping at her sensitive pussy until she was wrung dry and he was forced to pull back. He pressed his lips against her thigh, his hand on her hip as he gazed up at her in something approaching awe.
“Utahime,” he breathed, the word barely above a whisper.
She smiled softly, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair. “Come up here,” she murmured.
Nanami climbed back to his feet, leaning into her hand and pressing his face to her shoulder. She slid her other arm around his waist, holding him close as he fought to catch his breath. His head spun with the scent of her skin, her body, and his desire for her.
She shifted, pulling back slightly. Nanami straightened, eyes meeting hers. “You okay?” she asked softly.
He nodded, his lips tilting up in a soft smile. “Better than okay.” He paused, eyes darting to her still-bare chest before returning to her face. “Can I touch you again?” he asked quietly.
Utahime smirked and leaned in. “Of course you can.” She took his hand and pressed it to her bare breast, his fingers teasing her nipple with soft, deliberate strokes. Her voice was low and sultry when she spoke again. “Actually, I want you to fuck me.”
Her words made Nanami’s head spin with pleasure. He wanted her—badly—but he also wanted to make her happy. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he cared about her.
Utahime watched his face, her eyes searching. “Nanami? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah...I just—“ Nanami paused, struggling to find the right words. “I want to make you feel good.”
His eyes were earnest, and Utahime knew that he meant it. She also knew that she wanted him inside her. “I already feel good. Being here with you makes me feel... more than I ever thought I would” Her voice was full of confidence and certainty.
Nanami groaned softly, the sound low and desperate in his throat. “You’re incredible,” he murmured. “Let’s get on the bed.”
Utahime followed him to the bed and climbed on. Nanami settled between her thighs, his cock hard and aching against her pussy. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, his mouth working hers in a desperate rhythm.
She gasped, her back arching as he pressed his hips harder between her legs. His cock was hard and thick—she could feel it straining against the fabric of his trousers—and her pussy clenched, eager to feel him inside of her.
He reached for hand, the one still wrapped in his tie. Bringing it to his mouth, he tugged the tie free with his teeth. Nanami pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “Is this okay?” he asked again, his voice softer now.
Utahime nodded, lifting her wrists slightly. Nanami reached back, looping the tie around both her wrists and securing it with a quick knot. She tested her restraints, her breath catching at the feeling of being restrained by him, under his control.
She leaned back against the pillow, eyes locked on his. She could see the intent in his gaze, the need to make her feel good, and a rush of warmth swept through her. “You can take your time,” she whispered, her voice breathy.
Nanami swallowed hard and reached for his belt, fingers moving quickly to free his cock. His hands were shaking slightly, but he refused to rush. She deserved better. His cock sprang free, hard and aching. Using one hand to position her tied wrists above her head, he leaned over her—leaking cocked gripped in his other hand—and settled himself between her legs.
He slid between her folds, coating himself in her and rubbing the head against her clit. “Oh fuck...” he muttered, his head thrown back slightly at the feeling of her warmth around him. Her pussy was so wet, so hot, and he was desperate to feel her wrapped around his cock. He dipped the tip into her entrance, and rubbed gently inside.
Utahime gasped, her chest heaving as she watched him touch himself between her legs. “Nanami, please...”
He groaned, his hips snapping forward and burying his cock inside of her in one smooth motion. “Fuck,” he growled, the word leaving him on a shaky exhalation. “Hime, you feel so good...” His voice was breathy, desperate. “Too good.”
Utahime couldn’t answer him. She could only gasp, her pussy clenching around him, holding him in place. He moaned and pushed forward through her grip until he was fully seated against her. Her brain emptied of everything but the feel of his cock inside her. Before she could form a thought, Nanami started to move. He didn’t give her time to adjust; setting a punishing pace.
Each thrust sent pleasure shooting through Utahime’s body, building rapidly towards an orgasm. Her pussy was on fire, and she knew she wouldn’t last long. The sensation of his cock filling her, stretching her, was overwhelming in the best possible way. Her back arched and her arms, stretched above her head, tugged on their restraints. The feeling of his tie rubbing against her skin, combined with his cock inside of her, was all it took to send her hurtling over the edge.
“Nanami...” she gasped, back bowing even further as the pleasure washed through her.
He felt the telltale tightening of her walls around his cock and knew he was close. He fucked her through her orgasm, watching her come, his heart pounding in his throat.
Nanami lost all sense of control as she came around his cock. His body moved on autopilot as he watched her, eyes drunk on the sight of her coming apart beneath him. His body grew taught as he grew closer to bliss.
"Hime," he panted, his voice strained, "Hime, I'm gonna c-tell me where—oh fuck—where do you want me?"
Still shuddering with waves of aftershock, "I wanna feel you inside me, Kento" she whined.
He groaned, and moved faster, his movements getting more frantic. His hands grasped her thighs, pulling her closer to him as he pounded her. He was so close, and he wanted—needed—her to feel him, to know she was his.
"Fuck, Utahime..." he gasped, his voice harsh against her ear. "I'm close... Please tell me I can finish in you."
Utahime nodded frantically, her lips on his cheek. "Fuck, Kento, please fill me." The words left her lips in a desperate cry.
His lips pressed to her neck, and he sucked roughly against her skin. His thrusts stuttered, and she felt him swell inside of her and explode. With a moan, Nanami shuddered above her.
Utahime felt him come, a warm rush inside. It sent another wave of heat through her body. "Kento..." she whimpered into his neck, "Kento, untie me—quick, please".
Mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, Nanami reached up to free her wrists.
Utahime slipped a newly free hand between them, to feel the connection. She felt his cum dripping out of her, around his softening cock. She gathered some of the excess on her fingers and brought it to her mouth. Watching her, Nanami thought he die.
"Hime, that was..." He was breathless, his words leaving him in a stunned whisper. "So hot, fuck".
Utahime smiled softly and leaned up to press her mouth against his. She felt him start to harden again while still inside her.
"Interesting", she whispered as she lowered her hand between them again. This time, collecting his cum rubbing it against her clit. "Want to go again, Kento?"
Nanami nodded quickly, his eyes darting between her hand and her face. "Hime," he whispered, and Utahime could see the heat in his eyes. "I could fuck you forever."
He watched her finger circling her clit, his cock hardening inside her again. Nanami had never felt desire like this; just being with her seemed to push his limits, his body responding as if it were made for her alone.
Utahime gasped as a wave of desire washed through her at the promise in his words. She didn’t answer. Instead, she lifted her hips, urging him to move again. Nanami obliged, and started a slow thrusting motion inside her.
The pleasure of his cock stroking her inside was intense. She gasped, her nails raking against his back as she clung to him, her body already so close to the edge. The feeling was almost too much. Her whole body was alive with sensation—pleasure, lust, and something deeper.
It had her heart pounding in her chest. Nanami felt her pussy tighten around his cock, her legs clenching around his hips.
"Hime..." His voice was low in her ear. "Are you close already?" He sped up his thrusts, determined to make her come again.
Utahime whined in response, her head tossing against the pillow. Nanami picked up his pace, his strokes quick and sharp. The pressure built inside her until she was almost at the edge. She felt like she might fly apart with the intensity of her pleasure. Nanami’s hand slipped between them again, circling her clit as he fucked her.
“Kento...” She gasped, her hips arching up to meet him as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. “I’m gonna come.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Fill me again, please.”
Nanami grunted against her neck, his movements growing faster. He felt his release building. “Utahime... fuck...”
Utahime’s back arched as she came, the pleasure rushing through her and exploding out of her body. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, her head falling back against the pillows. He felt the orgasm hit her like a wave.
Nanami followed her quickly, thrusting as deep inside her as he could and groaning as he came again.
She felt him flood inside her—fill her again—and gasped against his shoulder. Her nails dug into his back as he thrust through her aftershocks, his hips moving erratically until he collapsed against her.
Utahime pressed her face against his neck, her arms wrapping tight around him.
“Kento,” she whispered against his skin, his name a breathy sigh of pleasure and desire. “That was...”
She trailed off and Nanami lifted his head to meet her eyes. His gaze searched hers, his lips soft against her jaw. “That was what?” he prompted.
Utahime blinked up at him, a smile on her lips. “Perfect,” she finished, her voice soft.
Nanami’s expression softened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. He pulled back and met her gaze. “I feel...”
Utahime leaned up, her lips brushing his ear. “You feel what?”
He took a breath. “I feel like I could love you like this forever,” he whispered.
Utahime’s heart skipped at his words, her eyes searching his face. She wanted him to feel how much she cared about him too. She wanted to say something that would make him feel better—to make him understand her feelings.
So, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his. Her kiss was tender, gentle, but Nanami knew exactly what she meant. It was the kind of kiss that told a story—a kiss full of promise.
When she pulled back, he smiled softly. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I don’t want to stop.”
Utahime smiled back, and Nanami felt like he was flying. He rolled to the side, pulling her against his chest and tucking her close. She nuzzled against him, warm and happy with him wrapped around her, and fell asleep in his arms.
And this time, he didn’t let go.