The comforting smell of Shouta's sheets as she woke up in the morning kept her from immediately opening her eyes, content to just lay there for as long as possible. Pretending that she never had to wake up and face the day. Her skin was warmed from the comforter tucked up to her shoulders, and the happiness that buzzed in the pit of her stomach. She shifted on her pillow, tucking her feet into the covers in an effort to dispel the morning chill.
It wasn't like she hadn't slept over before, but after the previous night's emotional outburst, the morning felt...different somehow. Better. Like something had changed. Offhand, she couldn't put a name to it, but her chest felt lighter, and her shoulders perhaps not so heavy. A lightness that had been missing for a long time.
Hina's mouth twitched upwards at the sound of a muffled snore. With a few blinks to let them focus through the bleariness and brightness, her eyes opened to look at the amazing man laying beside her. Through the mess of black hair splayed out across the pillow and over his eyes, she could make out her sleeping partner's face. Her smile widened, and she reached out to gently move the stray strands out of his face.
He was always so peaceful when he was asleep. All of his worries and stresses just melted away, and his expression wasn't marked with the passive frown and half-lidded eyes she was so used to. That image of total tranquility on his face was comforting, and Hina made sure to save this moment in her memory, memorizing every little detail.
She took one of the locks and rolled it between her fingers. Soft. His fluffy and messy hair was something she'd always appreciated. He didn't ever seem to put too much effort into his appearance, unless he expected to appear in front of the public or parents of the students. More often than not, it looked like he'd barely combed it out, let alone styled it. Save for the times he wore a half bun or tied up, he really didn't do much with it. It was cute, she thought.
Reaching up, her fingers touched at his right cheek, gently trailing along his skin and over the bump of his nose's bridge. They continued to the jagged scar just under his eye where he'd been injured at USJ. The skin was smooth now, darker in color where the skin had torn, but otherwise healthy now. She remembered feeling incredibly worried about him after learning of the accident, and was glad that he'd been able to walk away from it with only this scar and not more lasting damage. Hina saw it as a testament to his strength and bravery.
Her finger continued to the side of his face, then down into the short scruff of the makings of a beard present along his jaw. It was rough and prickly beneath the pad of her finger, but pleasant. He always looked handsome, but Hina definitely preferred him with the facial hair. There was something about it that just made him look incredibly attractive to her. Mature and slightly rugged.
Those exploring finger then swooped upwards, tracing the edge of lips that she loved so much, marveling at the softness. Lips that had spoken such kind things about her, and unpleasant truths, teased and supported her, and that she'd kissed many a time. Each breath out through his nose warmed the tips of her fingers.
A flicker of movement. Her eyes tracked up. Shouta's sleepy eyes were trained on her, watching silently. Hina drew her hand back now that he was awake, feeling a little bit embarrassed for having woken him up this way, but he caught hold of her wrist and returned her fingers to his mouth. His dark eyes never leaving her own, he placed small kisses on their tips.
Whatever quiet had settled over them didn't break, even as his lips travelled to her palm and then further down to her wrist. She felt a lump in her throat. There was something so incredibly intimate watching him do so, as if she were a fragile keepsake worth cherishing. Hina couldn't look away. No one had ever looked at her like that before.
Her fingers reached out again and managed to trail down the column of his throat, and he released his hold on her wrist. She watched him swallow, but was distracted when his own fingers began tracing just under her jaw line, and under her chin. Exploring just as curiously, just as reverently. Neither could recall a time when they'd touched each other like this. The redhead nearly shivered from the sensation.
She dragged hers lower, finally reaching the edge of the t-shirt he hadn't bothered changing out of when they'd gone to sleep the night before. For a fleeting moment, Hina wondered what he'd do if she tugged on the collar. The air was heavy with whatever currently had built between them, and she didn't want to inadvertently break this vigil because of her less than innocent impulses. Those concerns began to melt away when his hand slid up and behind her ear, slowly pulling her into a gentle yet insistent kiss.
Her eyes shut, focusing entirely on the feel of their lips moving together. His 5 o'clock shadow bristled her jaw, and she reached up to cup his cheek in response, brushing her thumb under his eye as they kissed. A soft sigh escaped her, feeling his hands drift down her neck and then further past to feel the skin of her shoulder.
Languid movements, slow kisses, and the gentle exploration of the visible skin between them. Hina had never known a better Sunday morning.
Needing oxygen, they pulled away, just enough to catch their breaths, but unwilling to part more than a few inches from the other. Shouta's hand traveled down the side of her shirt, making her wish the clothing wasn't there so she could feel his fingers on her skin some more. It stopped at her hip, holding her in place as he moved in to capture her lips again.
Hina's heart couldn't take much more of the sweetness, practically buzzing from within. Making up her mind and figuring that he'd raise an objection if he opposed it, Hina pulled away from the kiss and pushed herself to sit up in the bed.
The cold air hit her body as the comforter slipped down past her shoulders, and it made her shiver. Reaching down, she took a hold of the hem of her shirt. But Shouta's hands settled themselves on her own, making her stop as he too sat up beside her. The redhead frowned a little, the subtle sting of disappointment preparing a question on her lips, but something in his gaze kept her silent.
His fingers wove their way under her own hands, gently guiding her to lay back down on the bed. Shouta shifted to kneel on either side of her legs. Hina watched with growing understanding as he slowly lifted the hem of her shirt with his hands, uncovering her skin inch by inch. He'd wanted to do it himself, she'd realized. She let out a tiny gasp, watching as his head lowered and his lips placed kisses onto her torso.
Again, his stubble scratched against her skin, but it did something to the pit of her stomach that was pleasant and slightly overwhelming. That slow tingle of pleasure began in her body.
Ever higher his lips traveled, not missing any part of her skin on his way. The fabric bunched around her armpits, Shouta fully lifted the shirt over her head. Discarding it off to the side without a glance. Hina's hands settled themselves in his hair, fingers tightening when his mouth lowered to her sternum, just between the cups of her bra, and lavished the skin with more kisses. Her breaths were fast and shallow, focusing on the feeling of his body hovering over hers.
The attention was nothing short of romantic. If under the comforter had felt warm, then this was surely stifling. Hina's face felt hot. Was she bright red? There was a distinct possibility.
His lips reached the hollow of her throat, up higher to the skin of her neck, before returning to her own to guide her in another kiss. She felt more than heard his quiet exhalation of breath as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. The appendages met and teased one another, never rushing or demanding a faster pace.
Feeling under-dressed compared to him, Hina's hands grabbed onto Shouta's shirt and began lifting it off of him with a bit more haste. He pulled back enough to allow the garment to be pulled over his own head, revealing the expanse of his torso to her. And he really was marvelous.
Eyes falling to the newly exposed skin, her hands traveled up and over each sign of a past injury she saw, leaving no scar untouched. She felt him shudder as her hands met his collar bones, before reversing and smoothing their way back down his chest with leisure. His muscles grew taut, as if he were holding his breath at her touch.
Their panting breaths filled the space between them. Hina's eyes raised to gaze into his eyes again, his expression teeming with passion and the desire to go further. She wondered if he saw the same in her own face. Encouraged by the want within those dark irises, Hina reached underneath her and clumsily fumbled to unclip the strap of her bra, eyes never leaving his.
She felt the tiny hooks separate, before pulling it away from her body and revealing her bare breasts to him for the first time. Hina had always wondered if she would have been shy about reducing herself to her most vulnerable in front of this man, but there was only an eager anticipation that stirred in her lower regions as his eyes broke away to gaze at her. She saw nothing but appreciation and lust in his sultry stare.
His fingers brushed the sides of her breasts teasingly, making her gasp at the tingles the touches sent to her nipples. They reversed course and trailed back up, this time circling the pink nipples before his thumbs flicked against them. She nearly jolted, a bolt of pleasure shooting down to her heat at such a small act. Hina gasped, toes curling in her socks.
Shouta seemed fascinated by her reaction, repeating it a moment later. His fingers danced and squeezed her flesh, as if taking note of each little gasp and restrained whine it produced. Hina was on the verge of forcefully taking his hands and putting them exactly where she wanted to be touched most, but the thought was interrupted by his mouth descending onto one of the mounds instead.
She tensed, reveling in the wetness and warmth of his tongue caressing her nipple. Hina pressed her head back further into the pillow, attempting to arch upwards in an effort to allow more of her breast to be lavished by his mouth. He obliged, sucking her skin with pleasure, his hand caressing her other mindlessly. He continued winding her tight, then trailed off to the side and gently nipped on the fleshy mound.
Hina whimpered at the tiny flash of pain that accompanied the bite, a split second before he gave it a small lick as apology. His mouth then trailed off to her neglected breast, treating it with much the same attention and earning more tense breaths, gasps, and stifled moans.
Wanting more, her head quickly filling with desire and emptying itself of anything that didn't directly pertain to this man, Hina snaked a hand down between them and flattened her palm on the front of his pants. Shouta let out a surprised grunt, biting her breast as she began to rub the rough fabric over top the bulge that was rapidly hardening underneath it. His breath stuttered for a moment, before he pulled away from her chest and claimed her lips again in a passionate kiss.
Hina didn't let him distract her, wanting to make him feel just as good as he was making her. His hips twitched, rocking involuntarily into her touch through his pants, and she smiled against his mouth in pride that it was her own hands making his control slip, if only a little.
They broke away for air, gazing into one another's lust-drunk expressions. But underlying that was a tenderness they both shared and knew intimately. With her other hand, Hina reached up and cupped his cheek, wanting to speak but unable to find the right words that wouldn't ruin the moment. He seemed in a similar predicament, and so instead opted to reach down and tug at the zipper of her own pants.
It took a moment of awkward shuffling and shifting aside so that Hina could shimmy herself out of the pants, but with Shouta's help it wasn't too complicated. Clad only in her undergarments now, she reached down to work on ridding him of his own bottoms. He rested his forehead against hers, puffing out quick breaths from the friction she was rubbing into his pants.
Hina stopped entirely when she felt two of his fingers slip beneath the top of her panties, her mouth opening in a shocked and stimulated gasp. Shouta practically purred at the sound, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers insistently rubbed at the most sensitive point.
The nerves shot electrical signals throughout her body, making her twitch with pleasure. Her breathing became stuttered and was overtaken by soft mewls rather than simple exhalations of air. Each small sound only fueled his desire to hear more, his fingers quickening and experimenting to find the exact spot in which to elicit the most pleasure.
Overwhelmed by how quickly she could feel that tight feeling of release building, Hina's hand finally shot down and stopped him from continuing, lest she fall apart right then and there. As way of explanation, she refocused her attention on getting those damn pants off of him before the swirling desire left her without any reason at all.
Shouta seemed to get the memo and sat back to help, panting as he released himself from his confines. Hina stared unashamedly, sitting up as well to reach out to gently stroke the bare flesh when he'd settled himself back in front of her. She heard a shaky exhale from him, then a further, guttural groan as she began a steady pace.
His hands found the sides of her head and their lips met once more, pouring as much as he could into the gesture alone, since words felt inadequate right here and now. Hina's body pulsed, eager at the prospect of feeling his hot member inside of her. Their teeth accidentally clicked together, their shaky and impatient movements causing them to bump against each other. Neither minded.
His body gently pressed her back into the bed beneath him, their kiss never breaking as their bodies aligned. She was forced to let go of him, but settled for wrapping her legs around his back, rolling her hips upwards to meet his length. Her desperate gasp made him groan low in his throat. His hips pressed forward, grinding into hers and causing her whine to take on a higher pitch. It felt so good, and both of their heads were quickly spiraling into a single thought.
With the last shreds of her clarity still intact, Hina scrambled for his hand and forcefully pressed it up against the inside of her upper arm, hoping he'd understand the significance of the metal implant under the skin. It took a moment, but his huffed exhale was answer enough, before he kissed her again and threw them both under the waves of lust drowning them in mutual desire.
Their bodies centered, chests heaving, the heat between them sweltering. Their kiss broke as he settled at her entrance, gazes locked. Hina's mouth opened in a silent whimper as he began pushing further. They both let out achingly sweet groans of pleasure, stunned by the staggering feeling of being joined. And when their hips met, Shouta dropped his forehead to her neck, panting against her skin as he allowed her time to adjust.
Hina lacked the capacity to say much of anything in that moment. Her legs tightened around his waist, hands gripping his biceps with strength. As if letting go would cause her to implode from her own release. As hard as she tried, she couldn't release all of the tension from her body. It had been a long time, and she surely needed the moment to get used to the feeling of the intrusion.
Testing the waters, she pushed her hips back into the mattress before rolling them forward. Shouta helped her along, slowly dragging out before pushing in again. Hina knew it was difficult for him, his muscles shaking with effort. The sluggish pace, after a few more thrusts, was enough to make her comfortable with something more.
Using her legs, she squeezed on Shouta's waist, urging him to continue. He gladly responded, setting an easy rhythm. Her body rocked gently with each thrust. Hina's hands switched from his arms to trailing down his chest, amazed that he was giving this all to her freely, that this was her reality, and that the man she'd always admired from a distance had become someone so incredibly important to her.
Shouta reached up and held her hand in place against his chest. Their eyes met. Hina felt her heart swell as she watched him wince from an overabundance of emotion and sensation. His pace quickened, pulling louder and sweeter cries from within her chest.
Body hot with sweat and that building feeling in the pit of her stomach, her toes curled again within her socks, still on her feet and forgotten in their haste. Shouta hunched over and placed his hands on either side of her head, his own head lowered as he doubled his efforts.
Had Shouta a headboard for his bed, Hina knew it would have caused quite a noise against the wall, and was thankful that he didn't use one. So caught up in their passion and exertions, she selfishly savored the fact that this moment, all the groans he let slip and the way he looked at her and his unbridled desire to come undone with her, was something she alone got to experience.
Her body crossed a threshold then, and Hina let out a choked whimper. One hand reached down to rub at her own sensitive bundle, wanting to come as close as possible to his own release.
Shouta's heavy, labored breaths accompanied a frantic increase in speed, and she kept up as much as she could, her own self-ministrations hurtling herself closer to that blinding white flash of ecstasy. Her thighs twitched as the pleasure built upon itself, exponentially growing until her entire body tensed as the dam broke and she was wracked with an unimaginable pleasure. Hina gasped out a broken moan, inadvertently causing her partner's own release with her cries.
With a deep, ragged moan of his own, Shouta tensed and stilled within her. His muscles shook as he rode the pulsing sweep of euphoria. They held each other through the sensations of their own orgasms, breaths clashing in the space between them. They shared a silent stare, too tired to yet speak.
Minutes passed, the pair taking the necessary time to recovery their energy and do more than just gain their breath back. Hina stared up at Shouta lovingly, watching as he carefully extracted himself from her wet thighs. She shivered and whimpered as her overstimulated nerves were brushed against.
He reached down and grabbed his discarded shirt, cleaning himself off before delicately running the cloth over her own mess. Hina smiled, legs twitching with aftershocks when he accidentally pressed too hard. His easy, lopsided smile watched the way her body reacted to his touch. Tossing the dirty shirt towards where his hamper was, he looked back down at her.
Hina sat up, leaning forward to place a soft kiss at his lips. Their fevered pace was gone, replaced with the slow, exploratory one they had first taken. His hands cradled her cheeks, leading them through the kiss until they had need to breathe again.
Shouta looked at her with so much in his eyes, it nearly made her gasp. "I love you, with everything that I have. And maybe that's going against our decision of taking things slow, but..."
The redhead chuckled under her breath, sporting the brightest smile he'd ever seen. "That's not fair, I was just about to admit it first. Figured it might have come off wrong, right after sex and all..."
"I want to hear you say it." He pressed insistently, voice lowering darkly.
"I love you." She replied, and he let out a heavy breath, lips descending onto the skin of her neck.
"Again."
"I love you, Shouta Aizawa." She repeated, her tone wavering as he pressed several kisses just below her jaw. His teeth nipped at the skin and she gasped. At this rate, they'd end up spending another half hour here in the bed, but Hina was honestly starving. With a chuckle, she ran her finger through his hair and tugged the strands back so he'd look at her. "How about some breakfast before we starve during round two?"
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