My first time isn't going to be over a phone. I decided that the moment I decided to call Kaneda back and give him the same treatment he gave me. Halfway through that call, I couldn't take it any more. The need to touch was fierce, and it wasn't Sakae I was imagining. It was Kaneda. Somehow, I could see Kaneda reaching for me, strong hands stroking over my skin. I can see it now, too, as I reach for the phone. But I don't intend to start anything at the moment. I'm not letting him get to me that way. I'm going to ignore the way my body hardens as the phone rings, or the way my hand strays to my arousal as I hear his voice say hello. The call is short, not sweet, and leaves me shaking with anticipation.
Rather than answering the overwhelming need, I rise, walking uncomfortably as the arousal subsides. I set the kettle on to make coffee, pick up the few bits of whatever laying around, and then I wait as the coffee steeps. I've learned from my time tutoring Sakae just how he takes his coffee, and I prepare it properly, timing it nearly perfectly. As I'm stirring the cream into mine, there's a quiet knock on the door. My chest tightens, and I swallow, reaching up to run a hand through my hair as I hurry to answer the door. He's standing just beyond, brown eyes staring through me in a way that closes my throat. I don't say anything... I'm not sure I can say anything.
He steps inside, lips curving as he smells the coffee, and I take in a shaky breath. What are we doing? Are we so very certain how we feel that we're both here now? Can this end any way other than badly? But even as I think it, I'm stepping forward, reaching out to cup his cheek and catch his lips with my own. Strong hands grip my upper arms, holding them almost bruisingly tight as he takes charge of the kiss, and I let him. He's warm against me. Given his aloof nature, I never expected the warmth.
Our lips part, and I look up at him, summoning a shy smile. Seems strange to be shy of him after what we've shared, but I can't quite help it. When he smiles back, I can see the amusement in his eyes. "Kaneda," I whisper, and he releases my arms, stepping back. But there's no regret in that gaze. He seems as content with the way things are going as I am.
"You made coffee," he notes, stepping further into my home without asking. I end up trailing behind him as he finds the coffees, taking his own and handing me mine. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I say softly, sipping my coffee but watching him openly. He moves confidently, as ready to take charge here as he is at home, and I can't help the way I respond to it. I don't want the coffee anymore. I just want more of him, want to taste those lips again, and explore that body that I've only seen before now. If manners demand small talk, then screw manners, I think. My hand lifts to his chest, teasing at one button as I step closer. His lids lower, and I suddenly understand the meaning of 'bedroom eyes'. He's got them, the brown of his gaze burning hot.
He takes a large drink of his own coffee, then sets the mug down, his hands moving to slip under the loose shirt I'm wearing and skimming over bare skin. I moan softly, and his eyes glitter with pleasure at the sound of it. This isn't going to be just a fast fuck. The way the pads of his fingers explore my skin, I realize suddenly that he has in mind slow seduction, dragging out every bit of desire from my body. And I'm going to let him go with nothing less than the same treatment. "Come with me," I whisper, stepping back and catching up his coffee mug. I want to know how the rich flavor mingles with his own taste.
We go to the bedroom, and he barely lets me put the mugs down beside the bed before he's grabbed me again, drawing me close and shoving my t-shirt up to expose distended nipples. I blush at the shameless way my body is reacting, but he's pleased. He tweaks one nipple, pinching it and then rubbing to soothe the small hurt as I arch against him, rubbing my groin against his hip and feeling an equal hardness held back by his slacks. We're going so far, and not looking back, and for once, I don't see the shadow of Sakae rising up between us like a phantom. It's just he and I, bodies sweaty with need. The shirt comes off, then the pants, and I'm left bare while he's still clothed, and even that's okay, because it's him and he's staring down at me with eyes that promise he won't leave a single millimeter of me untouched.
Those eyes are the sexiest things in the world, especially when he's bent over me, looking up at me as he takes my cock in his mouth. I can't breathe it feels so good, and he's just staring at me as he eats me up. I don't last, can't last when the first time is so incredibly good. I shout out, but he doesn't pull away. He drinks down what I have to offer, even though he can't keep up with it, and I sag back as he spreads my legs. I haven't even had a chance to touch him before he's pressing against my entrance with one finger, impaling me and curling it up ever so slightly until fireworks explode behind my eyes. I'm crying out for him, hands reaching out to grip the sleeves of his open shirt. He's so perfectly serious, taking the time to slowly stretch me and watching the way my body swallows up his finger.
Until now, I'd always thought of filling Sakae, of completing that slender body with my own. But here, I'm the one being filled. I'm the one completed by him, and I'm no longer sure I can give up this hedonistic experience to take charge the way he does. He's doing everything, filling me, fucking me, dragging all the lust out of me while I lay here like a prince in some delicious fantasy, with my servant tending my every whim. I twist slightly and he does too, turning me on my side as he settles his cock at my anus and drapes one of my legs over his shoulder. Our eyes meet again, and hold as he presses inside me. I feel so full, overheated and overwhelmed by it all, my hand twisting in his sleeve as he slowly presses in and out.
"Why are you crying?" It's the first thing he's said to me since thanking me for the coffee. I blink, realizing belatedly how blurry my vision's gotten, and he's leaning over me, forcing my leg to a position that's almost painful, and ending up deeper within me. "Is it painful?"
I can't seem to find my voice to tell him just how perfect it is, the tiny pain of being stretched to my fullest ignored in favor of the delicious pleasure of being all his. There are no words for it, so I give up on answering aloud, and instead push myself up, ignoring the way my leg is pressed along my torso as I catch his lips in another kiss. There's salt on his lips, probably from my own come, and a rich flavor under it that must be the coffee, and then I'm not thinking of anything else. My body's on fire, spiraling out of control as he moves faster, plundering my mouth as he plunders my body.
It finally ends, leaving us sweaty and sticky, curled around each other and still silent. I'm not sure if we just don't know the words to say, or if there really aren't any that fit our situation. All I know is that his arms are around me, and his soft cock is nestled in the triangle of ass and thighs, and my bare back is against his chest, feeling the way his heart still pounds. I don't know if we've resolved anything with this, and I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring for us. But for tonight... he's mine.