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Third Base	By : moor Category: +S to Z > Saiunkoku Monogatari Views: 2055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This is my first ‘smut’-ee
piece of writing to be posted. Concrit is much
appreciated!

Between the late hour, the long day, and the warm couch,
Ryuuki and Shuurei could hardly keep their eyes open.

And to the man’s chagrin, he was the only one who could hardly
keep his hands to himself. As always, he looked forward to spending time with
Shuurei; but she worked so hard, so much, always to exhaustion, she never had
much time to spend with him.

“I can turn the movie off?” past midnight, his voice was raspy
from fatigue in the darkened room.

Shuurei felt more than heard his offer, snuggled into him
against his side with her head resting on his chest. Her eyes spent more time
closed than open at that moment, and she shook her head no. “Need to know how
it ends….”

He doubted she’d even remember in the morning, going by the
half-awake state she was currently in, but didn’t say anything further. And she
was fading fast; he gave her another five minutes before she’d be fully asleep.
He’d move her to his bed then. Decision made, he picked up the remote and hit
the ‘mute’ button. He was happy to read the subtitles,
he didn’t need to listen to all the explosions and gunfire.

Turning his attention away from the tv, he let his eyes drift down over her semi-sleeping
form as he patiently waited for the inevitable. Ryuuki couldn’t help smiling a
bit at how close they’d become since his brother had introduced them. It had
been such a hesitant start, and yet they’d become…

A sigh built inside him, and it seeped out quietly when he
yawned.

… As close as they could possibly be, in
some ways.

Not that he wasn’t willing to wait, but…

This time he let the sigh out softly between his parted lips,
smoothing a hand down the side of his girlfriend’s body familiarly, (over her modest
halter-top). She stirred but didn’t wake. He was both relieved, and a touch
disappointed.

He loved her. He knew she loved him, too—and yet that very
last mystery in their relationship remained unexplored. She’d admitted she was
more than interested in him physically, but whenever their time together turned
more intense, more impassioned, more intimate, she was
always the one to pull back, taper off, and once, even turn away from him.

Perhaps if he’d been less experienced, he would have been in a
better position to wait; yet as soon as the thought came to mind, he dismissed
it as absurd. It had been a long time ago, but he remembered still how eager
and… insensitive he’d been in his ignorant virginity. He would never want to be
that inexperienced youth around her. In fact, as much as it pained him, he was
glad he was as experienced as he was, as the anticipation of what their first
time together would be like was entirely different from what he would have
wanted as a young teenager. Now, older, he wanted more; not simply the physical
connection, but the devotion, attention, and passion that came along with sex
when it was consumed between two individuals who loved each other. He wanted to
give that to Shuurei, too… if she’d let him.

At this point in his life, he’d had more relationships than
she had, and definitely more physically mature ones. And it became increasingly
difficult to slow down with her as their time together developed and their
feelings deepened. When they’d be lying together on the couch and he’d instinctively
pull her towards him, extending their kisses and breathing in her satisfied
moans, he had to forcefully remind himself not to reach down, wrap her legs
around his waist and rock against her in promise of what was to come; in the
kitchen making supper together, where she’d be working at one counter with her
hair up in a messy ponytail and chocolate smeared on her cheek, how hard it was
sometimes not to go to her, lean into her from behind, corner her, and (supper
be damned), make love to her beautiful neck with his hungry mouth, before making
his way down, down, tasting her shoulder, the sensitive spot in the crook of
her elbow, all the way to the tips of her fingers with his tongue while his
hands would roam her slim, smooth waist, upwards to her…

Giving in to the fantasy, Ryuuki shifted down a bit and let
his legs relax wider in front of him, the object of his fantasy still curled up
into his side on the sofa. His arm secured around her, he leaned his head back
against the top of the couch, and let his imagination fly a bit further.

…as he would take each
of her digits into his mouth, he would take her other hand and rub her wrist,
down to her palm, small, slow circles to help her relax. And when she would
respond, would lean back into him because she was enjoying herself and needed
him to support her, she would hesitantly reach back for him, bracing herself
with a hand on his thigh. She’d knead his thigh muscles with her tense fingers,
letting herself feel the pressure build inside as he’d transition his warm, wet
attention from her fingers back up her arm to her shoulder and the sensitive
spot where shoulder met neck where he’d kiss, then nip and soothe the soft,
pale skin, making her shiver. He would nibble her delicately and undo the knot
of her halter, gently pulling the material away so smoothly she’d hardly
realize it was gone.

Still on the couch and becoming far less comfortable than he
had been, Ryuuki breathed out hard, trying not to become so invested in the
dream, but it was so difficult when Shuurei was so close to him he could feel
the softness of her hands through his shirt, smell the faint scent of her
shampoo in her hair. His trousers had become uncomfortable, and he knew his
fantasy was getting too real in his mind, too tangible, but he needed to feel
the end with her, even if it was only inside his head.

Beside him, completely asleep now, Shuurei’s
breath was soft and warm on his throat as her head leaned back when he shifted
to get more comfortable on the couch. Her long, black hair had loosened from
its bun (she had been baking earlier, he noted—normally she wore at least part
of it down, and he loved running his fingers through it), soft tendrils limning
her cheeks, neck and collarbone as his heavy-lidded eyes swept her profile.

The glow from the silent television illuminated her for him,
and he reached a slightly shaky hand up to slip a lock behind her ear, his
fingers lingering to brush her cheeks delicately, the
soft line of her jaw down to the sensitive skin of her lips. She always felt a
bit cold to him, and he used it as an excuse to keep her close to him in
private. (“Stop wiggling, cuddling is good for you! You need to warm up!”)

But now that simple touch enflamed him, and shifting further
down with his legs stretched out in front of him and loosening his belt, he
caressed her cheek one last time with his thumb, and let his hand trail down
her arm to her side where he pulled her up against him tighter and closed his
eyes, breathing in her breath.

Her head would be thrown
back on his shoulder as she panted when he let go of her thoroughly-sucked
fingers and moved to spread a hand over her abdomen, rubbing her possessively.
The hand she’d been gripping his thigh with he’d help her guide to a far more gratifying
place, assisting her with unlatching his belt, loosening his pants, and
slipping her delicate hand gently inside.

Perhaps it was the length of his ‘dry spell’, or even just how
near she was to him as he dreamed, but Ryuuki’s
breathing became rough as the fantasy took complete control of him, blinding
him to his surroundings and usual inhibitions.

She would touch him carefully
at first, and he would let her explore for a few moments to see how she
reacted; then if she needed some encouragement, he would close his long fingers
over hers around his base and slowly teach her how to stroke his length.

Squeezing, then pumping,
rubbing her thumb softly across his crown to trigger his first wetness, over
and over, he’d help her discover, and let her find her own pace.

When she would be comfortable
with her rhythm, he’d take her other hand to his sac so she could knead and
stretch it, and all the while he would have been laving attention on her
breasts; with his mouth, cupping with his hand, starting from the outside
touching their firm smoothness and sampling their weight, then taking his time
as he drew to their focus, his thumbs rubbing and plucking her nipples as she’d
gasp and moan in arousal.

Ryuuki mentally begged
her to say his name, and was rewarded.

“Ryuuki,” she whispered
against him, and he nearly shuddered at the extra tension it caused him.

Yes, he thought excitedly. Again…

So he brushed a thumb
over her now-taut nipple again and smiled when he heard her responsive gasp.

It caused a reaction in him, too, and definitely a positive
one. He felt himself twitch and harden in anticipation; only she did that to
him. Only thoughts of her could make him come so close to the edge of the
precipice with only her hand.

“Oh Shuurei,” he stroked
himself with her fingers again, lost in his sexual reverie. For so long, he’d…

“…Ryuuki?”

Her voice, as it broke into his mind, had become hesitant;
less seductive, but still husky with the same need and arousal he felt. It was
almost as if…

The stimulated man jolted back to the present.

He was right. That hesitation wasn’t part of the fantasy.

Ryuuki opened his eyes slowly, took in the scene, and tried to
swallow in spite of his suddenly dry throat.

Shuurei was awake, and watching him nervously; his had had slipped
under her shirt to cup her breast; and yes, his trousers were lowered and he’d
taken her hand to his member.

Before he could panic, though, the unthinkable happened.

She gave a tentative pull, and nibbling her lower lip
innocently, she slowly circled the head of his cock with the delicately textured
pad of her thumb. Then she glanced at him to check his reaction, and seeing no
reproach, gained some confidence and tried again.

And again.

And again, each time more sure than the last,
and before long garnering a groan of approval from him. If she was able to do
this with just her hands, what would it be like when they—…

“Ryuuki,” she repeated,
watching him with dark eyes. Without conscious thought, he’d started kneading
her breast again in encouragement, and her breath hitched when he rolled her nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. Noting her reaction (and pleasantly surprised
it matched what he’d imagined in his fantasies), he slowly reached up with his
other arm, along her leg, her side, across her hem to lift her shirt to expose
her taut stomach, and cupped her other breast, measuring its soft, warm weight
in his palm; and holding her gaze, he deliberately smoothed his thumb over the
most sensitive part of her nipple, agonizingly slowly.

Under his ministrations, the young woman shivered as her eyes
struggled to stay open, her eyelids fluttering under the sensual siege he laid
on her body.

“I’m…” she started, swallowed, and tried again. “I’m… not used
to this. Not too much, ok? … I need to adjust.”

“We’ll just do this for now, if you want,” he assured her, and
didn’t miss the relieved smile she gave him.

“Thank you,” she accentuated her gratitude with what he could
only describe as a ‘polite’ tug, before she brought both her hands together on
his most private of places.

“Could… could I… ?”

“Yes.” He paused, reconsidered. “Wait.”

And before Shuurei knew it, he’d slid his hands from her shirt
and carefully lifted her up from his side, turned her and settled her on his
lap, before he shifted himself to lie down on his back again on the couch,
propping his head up on the armrest so he could watch her.

“There,” the topaz-eyed man gave a quick stretch, settling
himself. “You can sit or kneel, whatever is easier. And you don’t need to do
anything you don’t want. I meant it when I said I could wait,” he promised,
though he wished anything but.

That was when she took the initiative and, with one hand cupping
and massaging his scrotum, she used her other hand to circle his cock, and
smoothly slide her hand up, over the top, and then down again on the other
side. And back again, in reverse. Her palm smoothed over his velvet helmet with
each stroke, in each direction, and he felt heat building inside him again.
Unhurried and deliberate, her motions pulled at him and he felt a coil tighten
deep within himself, begging to be freed. Each slide more self-assured than the
last, she soon coordinated her movements, and shifted closer on his lap to get
a firmer grasp of him.

The entire time, she held his gaze with her own,
balancing her shyness with a boldness he found tantalizing. The eye-contact
made it so much better than his fantasy. He almost went then and there as she
tightened momentarily on the downstroke.

“Where did you learn that?” he gasped, forcing himself to
think of cold showers and ugly paintings and anythingthatwasn’t
his darling, innocent girlfriend giving him the best handjob
he’d ever had in his life.

Worried she’d done something wrong, though, by his pained
expression, Shuurei started to pull back, only to have Ryuuki grab her wrists
and hold them in place, rising up into a sitting position—

--to catch her lips with his, kissing her softly,
passionately, to soothe her worries.

“That was a compliment,” he said a moment later against her
slightly open mouth, smiling. “It felt very good,” he added humbly.

Oh, he loved the colour that blushed her cheeks then as she looked down, only to actually
see her hands currently caressing him absently.

“… It’s smoother… than I expected…” she said quietly, and her colouring deepened.

Ryuuki smiled wider, encouraging her to talk to him,
communicate what she was feeling if it would help her ‘adjust’ as she’d put it.

“What had you been expecting?” he asked, trying not to tease
the woman comfortably straddling him. His loosened his grip from her wrists to
rub gentle circles on the insides of her palms, then further up her arms,
rubbing her soft skin slowly, before resting his hands on her sides and running
his palms up and down in a reassuring fashion. He couldn’t help the encouraging
squeezes he’d give her, and the way his fingers seemed to tickle her a bit
every so often.

A puzzled look crossed her face at his inquiry, though.

“Kouchou-neesan said…”

Ahhhh,
everything suddenly made sense to the young man. The way she obviously loved
him, but kept him at a distance at times; the way she pulled back during their
intimate encounters…

“What you and Kouchou spoke about…
did it… make you worry?”

She nodded, but kept stroking him. It was a bit difficult for
him to focus, considering how very good the action felt, but he persevered.
They needed to talk this out. On the positive side, he found it reassuring she
seemed to be comfortable enough with him to discuss the matter finally. And
while perhaps she was just working him on autopilot, he wasn’t about to alert
her to that fact. (He really was desperate, he realized pitifully.)

“I know that it is different for everyone, but some things…”
her voice drifted off, unsure how to continue.

He waited, pulling her close to him with strong arms to cuddle
for a moment, and then reached up with one hand to tangle his fingers in her
hair. As he looked down at his fingers, wrapped and twisted in the black silky
threads, he slid the elastic from her bun and loosened her sleep-mussed hair
entirely to massage her scalp. His poor Shuurei had been worrying too much, she needed to give herself a break sometimes. With him.

Much better, he thought, feeling her shoulders relax minutely,
and he leaned forward just enough to nuzzle her neck with his nose.

“Hmmm? What things?” he prodded
quietly, finger-combing her hair to calm her. Her fingers had stopped their
motion on him and now remained still around his hardness, he noted, but he told
himself he didn’t mind.

It took the younger woman a moment to gather herself.

“It can hurt. There can be… problems, um, ‘fitting’. Damage. And then, later, if things don’t work out…” her
voice trailed off again.

Letting out a sigh through his nose, Ryuuki considered her
words (and whom she’d heard them from).

“Kouchou did a good job of warning
you,” he admitted, and wasn’t surprised to feel her tense up again against him.
“But,” he added, abandoning completely the sexual nature of their encounter for
a moment in order to embrace her to him lovingly and rock her, like a child, “I
think she was warning you about worst case scenarios. When two people love each
other, care for each other, and are careful with each other, they learn how to
protect each other from those bad outcomes.”

With her head tucked into his shoulder and neck, he felt her
nod a bit, and continued.

“My brother gave me a similar lecture when I was young, but I
didn’t understand it for a long time… But he said if I took the time to take
care of the one I loved, the… experience..,” he chose his wording carefully, still
unsure how Shuurei would react to things, “would show that love and attention.
That there are ways of avoiding the pain, and that if
it’s truly the right person…” A faraway look entered his eye.

This time, it was his voice that trailed off.

Still in his arms, listening to his strong, pounding heart beat,
Shuurei looked up at his profile outlined by the television’s glow. There was
something flitting across it like a memory long-forgotten, causing some new
realization, and she found herself curious to know what had managed to
completely distract him.

“The right person,” she prodded, and poked him in the chest. She
was listening.

Silver hair and compassionate eyes filled Ryuuki’s
mind, and he almost felt the speaker’s warm hand on his shoulder again. If it’s truly the right person, it becomes
about what you can do together, for each other, not what you can get for
yourself, the blond man remembered finally. It’s about the ‘right’ one
becoming the ‘only’ one.

“If it’s the right person, you never see anyone else in that
light,” he finished, pulling back a few inches to look down at her, happy to
see her looking back at him. “That person is the only person for you, and when
you come together it will be the best moment of your life.”

They sat in silence after that, reflecting on what Ryuuki had
shared.

Shuurei broke the silent contemplation first, by pulling her
hands from Ryuuki’s lap and circling them around his
waist.

“Thank you,” she said. Her head was tucked into his shoulder
again.

For his part, Ryuuki ran his hand down her hair and back one
last time before hugging her back. “Anytime.”

“Can we try another time?” she asked then, surprising him.

“Anytime,” he
repeated, more emphatically. It was late and he felt his eyes closing; he
nudged Shuurei’s shoulder where he rested his chin,
and asked, “Anything else you’d like to talk about? If not, I think it’s time
for bed.”

“Hmmmmm,” came
the non-committal reply.

But when he made to stand, she stayed put.

“Mm?”

“… the pain, when a girl first… is
that true?”

He wasn’t ashamed to admit, a part of him really wished he had
Kouchou there at that moment to bash her double-edged
advice with a shovel. Really, couldn’t she have given Shuurei at least SOME
positive information about sex? Although… Shuurei didn’t seem completely
opposed to the idea; in fact, the more they’d spoken, the more eager she had
been, leaning in to him, and tonight, she’d even touched him voluntarily… So
perhaps Kouchou had done some good, or at least
spoken positively of sex, with Shuurei. He could only hope.

Letting out a low breath, Ryuuki raised his head to look at
the anxious, self-conscious woman directly.

“For girls, the first time can hurt. But it doesn’t have to be
as bad as Kouchou made it sound. If we warm you up
properly, you may not notice as much as you think.”

For a second she looked quite confused, and downcast.

“I’m always cold, though,” she muttered.

This time, his cheeks went pink, and he felt his mouth tugging
at a smile. “Ah, er… when I said, ‘warm you up’, I
meant…”

Her eyes widened.

His gleamed wickedly.

And that started an
entirely different discussion.

… among
other things.

END.
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