Kisuki

He kisses me and lets go, burying his face into my neck. I smile.

"Kisuki..."

"Yes Oki?" I play with one of his soft dark curls.

"Can we..." I can feel his cheeks get warmer against my neck.

I plant a soft kiss on his neck.

I feel him smile nervously.

"Do you want to go to my room?" I curl a strand of his hair around my finger.

He shakes his head.

"Where then?"

He turns his head. "There's a perfectly good couch right there."

My heart flutters a bit. He's usually not very confident with stuff like this, but when he is...

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close, and gently kisses my collarbone. "If that's okay."

On the rare occasion that he takes control like this, my a*s winds up hurting like hell the next day. But during it, he's amazing. It's like an art with him, a rare beauty I rarely see or feel, and I love when he finally does break out of his shell a bit and stops being so gentle. I'm excited. He's been doing this more often lately, so it's becoming less rare, yet it never loses it's beauty and surprise.

Then there's the chance that he'll wind up being too nervous or only seems like he wants to take control, when really all he's doing is asking me for it.

I sigh as he kisses my neck again, sending a small shiver down my spine. Maybe he won't take control this time, but this still feels amazing.

He brushes his lips over my jaw, planting small kisses all over my neck and jawline. I tilt my head to give him more skin. I feel him smile against my skin as he kisses me more.

I let out a long, content sigh. This feels so nice, it's so relaxing.

He loosens his grip on my waist, gently sliding his hands down to my hips. I tilt my head further as he kisses my jaw again. I bring my other arm around his waist as he begins deepening the kisses, making them longer and wetter and sending small tingles throughout my body.

He parts his lips as he kisses my neck, his breath ghosting over my skin.

"Mm..." 

I feel my breathing get deeper and slightly faster, and hear his do the same as he deepens the kisses further. He starts to lean his body on mine. I want the clothes gone. They're in the way. They make me feel cold and too far from him. I lean on him, trying to close the distance between our bodies.

There's nothing between us but our clothes, not even air. He grabs my hips and pulls me somehow closer, our belts flush. Tingles burst under my skin wherever we touch, especially where I want him the most, making the clothes seem like even more of a nuisance.