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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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They clung to each other as they left the club and headed down the street in no particular direction. Kitsune’s brain worked hard to remember the way to the nearest love hotel – made all the more difficult by her primal side demanding that the growing wetness between her legs be answered with the nearest available surface.
“Where do we go?” Keitaro asked with restrained eagerness.
“Just follow me,” Kitsune replied, thrilled by his enthusiasm.
It was a few minutes down this street, right? Or maybe it was the next block over? Damn. The address was just gone, and in truth Kitsune wasn’t sure she could wait that long. The need had started building the moment she saw him the suit, and had only gotten worse at the bar. While she’d managed to keep it under control while they were talking, the moment he called her beautiful she had been a goner. Kitsune wanted to scream. If not the hotel, then where could they go? Keitaro would never go for it up against the wall in the alley. He wasn’t that horny yet; and even if they could head back to Hinata, she didn’t trust herself not to jump him on the train. God, they should have just fucked in the bathroom at the club.
Kitsune gave her head a shake. A bathroom, really? Her standards hadn’t fallen so low just yet, thank you. But where could they go? Even if they found a love hotel, Kitsune had spent most of her money on those last couple of drinks, and she knew that Keitaro’s new shirt had taken a big bite out of him.
‘A bed, a bed, my kingdom for a bed!’
Then they rounded the corner and she recognised where she was. They were about five blocks west of the train station. About two blocks west and then two blocks north, there was park, a lover’s lane at this time of night. Perfect. Even if there was anyone else with the same idea, it was a big park. There would be plenty of places to hide and have fun.
But could she get Keitaro to go along with it? She’d have to see when they got there. Then she’d learn just how good she was.
She turned to Keitaro. “Do you trust me?”
His reply was immediate. “Yes.”
She smiled. “Good. I know somewhere we can go. Hurry up and follow me.”
It was dark. The path illuminated only by the street lamps. The world beyond blanketed by black nothingness. Keitaro kept looking over his shoulder as they moved deeper along the path. With every step they took, he became more convinced that they weren’t using the park as a shortcut. He’d heard stories about couples sneaking off into places like this, of course; but he’d never thought that it would ever happen to him. As of this week, though, Keitaro was redefining the possibilities of his life on almost a daily basis. Had he been sober, even after this week, Keitaro would have run screaming at the idea of sex anywhere as public as a park, but three beers and half a carafe of sake had forced judgment and propriety to abdicate their thrones to the superior forces of lust and intoxication. A few drinks more and he’d have taken her offer if she’d suggested they do it in the booth back at the club.
Kitsune came to a halt at a bend in the path with a bench under a street lamp. She gave him a hesitant look.
“You said you trust me, right?”
So they had arrived. “Yes.”
Kitsune pointed beyond the bench towards a clump of trees, just visible through the shadows.
“There’s a place over there that should be sheltered enough.” Then he was treated to the never before seen sight of Kitsune genuinely self-conscious as she scratched at the back of her neck. “I understand if…”
Keitaro thanked providence for the opportunity to surprise her for a change, and kissed her before running into the brush. “We’d better get there, then.”
Keitaro stumbled over the bushes and past the trees with Kitsune just behind. The cool night air was beginning to penetrate his shirt, but he gave it no notice as half leapt half tumbled over the last bush and into the circle of trees. He looked around. There was just enough light from the path for the lovers to make each other out, but the tree trunks were thick and surrounded by shrubs. So long as they kept the noise down no one would discover them.
Kitsune stepped gingerly into the circle with her black pumps in hand, just in time to see Keitaro lean against a tree after a sudden head rush.
“You okay in there?” she asked, stepping closer, just able to make out his features in the dim light.
Keitaro gave his head a shake and turned to look at her. She dropped the shoes.
Later, neither would be sure who moved first, but after a second they were in each other’s arms. She ran her hands through his hair as his lips found her collar bone and began trailing kissed up and down her neck. She grunted as she felt her back hit a tree trunk, and tilted her neck to give him better access. Her right leg came round to wrap around his, bringing him flush against her.
“Baby, if I’d known you’d be like this, I’d have gotten you sauced a week ago.”
He laughed against her neck, and reached up to loosen the tie around her neck. She hissed as she felt his hand brush against her bare breast. He pulled back.
“What’s wrong?”
She gave him a quick reassuring kiss, and brought his hands to her chest.
“Nothing, your hands are cold.”
Mollified, Keitaro returned his lips to her neck while he began to gently squeeze, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as he listened to her gasps and groans, trying to figure out, through sake flavoured fog, what worked and what didn’t. He could feel her working to undo his belt, and nearly collapsed against her as she slipped her hand through his shorts to grasp his cock. As she stroked him up and down, he leaned his head against her chest, luxuriating in her soft warmth and her perfume as she worked her magic. He opened his eyes and stuck his tongue out to flick her nipple. Kitsune’s hand froze and she made a small noise in her throat that couldn’t have been anything but an invitation.
He pushed himself up and attacked, sucking upon the hardened bud, flicking it with his tongue and sawing against it with his teeth. Her free hand claimed a tight grip on his hair as she fairly crushed his face against her tit. She leaned back against the tree to gain greater leverage as she thrust up and down against his leg. She began jerking faster as his groans sent pleasant little tremors through her nipple.
“The other one…”
No sooner was it said, and pressure off his head, then Keitaro attacked the other nipple with equal fervour, sucking and licking it to diamond hardness. Kitsune abandoned his head to reach down for the hem of her skirt.
“Come on, it’s through this way.”
Kitsune and Keitaro froze together, clinging to each other for protection as passion blew away, and his frightened eyes met hers. Had they really just heard that?
“Little exposed, isn’t it?” they heard a man ask.
“It’s late,” a woman replied. “No one will be around.” She laughed; a melodic sound that would have been enchanting had Keitaro not have been so terrified.
They couldn’t mean this spot, could they? Even drunk, Keitaro was petrified at the possibility of discovery. He couldn’t clearly make out Kitsune’s face, but he assumed from her grip on his shoulders that she was as frightened as he.
“Besides,” the woman said once she’d stopped laughing, “you don’t care that much. You’ve been dying for me all night.”
“If I have been,” the man replied with a chuckle, “I can at least take you with me.”
There was a rustle, the woman squealed, and Keitaro felt an electric pulse through his veins. He let go of Kitsune and leaned around the tree to see the source of giggling moans floating through the air. As he knelt down out of sight, he could make out the shape of the couple only just illuminated by the lights on the path. The woman, who was taller than her partner by at least a foot, shook her long hair back over her bare shoulders as she leaned against the tree. The man, harder to see on account of his dark suit, had his head buried in the woman’s chest as he pushed aside the halter top of the dress with one hand and reached under her skirt with the other.
Keitaro heard Kitsune kneel beside him as the other woman let out a keening moan. Keitaro felt his face begin to burn as the woman held her partner’s head to her chest and reached under her own skirt to join his hand. Keitaro looked at Kitsune in hopes that she’d remember him. If they ran off now, he figured, they’d be able to get away without too much noise of risk of being seen by the other couple.
But Kitsune was transfixed by the sight, and her stare went unbroken even when Keitaro tapped her on the shoulder.
The woman seemed to whisper something to the man. He let her go and knelt before her with his hands still on her hips.
Kitsune squeaked, and Keitaro looked over to see that she had lifted her skirt out of the way, and had one hand down her panties. She rubbed herself at a feverish pace, emitting cute little squeaks as she watched the man slide the woman’s panties down her long legs.
The woman stepped out of the panties and the man reached for the hem of her skirt. She placed a hand on his.
“We’ve got to hurry,” she said.
As Keitaro watched the man leap to his feet and heard the clank of the man’s belt, he felt Kitsune reach blindly towards him, her hand patting along his pants until it landed on his hardened manhood. Keitaro looked over at her as she stroked him through his pants to see the hand down her panties moving so fast that she looked like she was vibrating. Keitaro swallowed and, overcome, he shuffled until her was behind and reached up to cup and squeeze her tits. Kitsune leaned back against him, managing to get her hand down his pants as she continued to finger herself.
The other woman reached behind to wrap her arm around the tree trunk as the man lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. The man gave a sudden thrust and the woman tightened her legs as she let out a low moan that made Keitaro thrust into Kitsune’s hand. The man leaned into kiss the woman and muffled her moans and he fucked her hard against the tree.
Kitsune was panting so hard that she was almost hiccupping. She removed her hand from her panties and reached up to grab Keitaro’s hand on her breast. She pulled his hand down and pinned it to her soaking panties.
The woman dropped one of her legs down, and the man gripped the other as he buried his head into her shoulder.
Without being told, Keitaro slipped his hand under the sodden fabric and drove his middle finger into her weeping pussy. Kitsune bit her cheek with a groan and she reached down to give his balls a small squeeze before stroking him with abandon.
The woman let out a sob as she thrust up against the other man.
“Oh, God, Shin!” Her voice was thick as if she were crying. “Please, I need you!”
Kitsune thrust against Keitaro’s hand, undulating back and forth in a desperate search to relieve her swollen aching clit. She actually whispered “No” when he withdrew his hand to jerk her panties down before he plunged his finger back in and rubbed against her clit with the knuckle of his thumb. Kitsune strained not to cry out.
Shin wrapped his arms tight around the woman and clung to her as he drove his hips in tight rapid motions that had his lover sobbing quiet little wails against his shoulder. Then she seemed to stiffen as her arms coiled around him so tightly it looked like she might crush them. She buried her face in his neck and cried out a muffled “Shin!” so loudly that Kitsune and Keitaro could still make it out. A few seconds later, Shin came with a growl into his lover’s long and luxuriant mane. His legs jerked and seized until he collapsed against her and they both leaned against the tree exchanging kisses and ragged breath.
Hypnotised, Kitsune and Keitaro continued to stroke and fondle one another, oblivious to all but their pleasure and the sight in front of them. Without looking away, Kitsune released Keitaro’s cock only to grasp it with her other hand as she reached up to push his head against his as she stroked his cheek. Keitaro, with equal unconsciousness wrapped an arm around Kitsune’s waist and pulled her hip flush against his as his other hand continued to thrust in and out of her. They were both panting through their noses, not trusting their mouths to keep quiet as they watched the couple shudder through orgasm and into afterglow.
The woman ran a loving hand down Shin’s back.
“I cried again,” she said, her voice thick.
“It’s all right.”
The woman groaned. “I feel so silly. I just…”
He kissed her. “I know. After all this time, I’d be worried if you didn’t. Come on, love. We should go.”
“We can’t stay here?” The woman’s voice had recovered some of its earlier playfulness.
“Not unless you want to be found by a policeman or catch a cold.”
He pulled away and bent down to pull up his pants while she straightened her skirt and searched around for her panties. A minute later, they were heading back towards the path. Their evening was over.
Keitaro and Kitsune’s evening was only just beginning. The moment the couple stepped out of sight, Kitsune let go of Keitaro and bent on her hands and knees as she pulled her skirt up over her hips. Her dark lace panties hung around her thighs.
“Pull them off,” she whispered.
Keitaro gripped the hopelessly sodden fabric at the side and pulled down.
“Hurry.” Kitsune lifted up her knees for him to slide the panties past them, and then kicked them off herself.
She looked back at Keitaro with her ass in the air. Any pretence of composure had fled long ago as she stared up at him with desperation and barely contained hysteria.
“Fuck me.”
Something in Keitaro snapped, and he lunged at her, jerking down his pants and trying to aim his dick for entry.
Even this delay was too much for Kitsune.
“Please fuck me,” she begged as if it were the one thing that might save her life.
Keitaro, on instinct alone, pulled her hips back while he drove forward. Any hope of caution or gentleness was vanquished by his delirious id. He slammed his cock into her sopping pussy so hard that Kitsune yowled like a cat as his hips slapped hard against her ass.
Kitsune’s front collapsed against her arms. “More,” she croaked into her wrist. Keitaro pulled back so far that he slipped out and had to try again and as he plunged into her as far as he could. Again and again he ploughed into her, as her pussy gripped at him. Kitsune warbled into her arm as the world began to spin away.
“Please, please. I want to come, make me come.”
And on Keitaro’s next thrust she got her wish. She moaned gibberish into the crook of her elbow as pleasure filled and consumed her. The fox felt even the beginning of thought vanish from her while she fly on a wave of ecstasy that made her earlier ministrations feel like nothing. She lay against her arms, far away from any worry or concern.
Then she realised that Keitaro wasn’t finished. He continued his hard thrusts, trying to find the same relief. Kitsune groaned as pleasure started to turn to pain.
“Keitaro.”
No response.
“Keitaro, stop.”
“What?” or at least it sounded like that.
“Keitaro, it hurts. Stop.”
It was as if she had slapped him. He flung himself away from her, his cock still throbbing while his face contorted in shame.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I just.”
Kitsune slid over to hug him. “I know. I know you’d never hurt me.” She reached down to grasp his prick, and he shuddered.
“You want me to help you?” she asked.
“Please.” It almost sounded like a plea.
Kitsune smiled in the dark. “Stand up and lean against that tree.”
Keitaro cast a nervous glance towards the walking path, but obeyed.
Kitsune got to her knees and knelt before him. She spared him any teasing, but opened her mouth and almost swallowed his cock. She hollowed her cheeks and wrapped her tongue around his member as she bobbed up and down. She ignored any of her fancier tricks that might have prolonged his sweet agony. The objective was simple: return the favour by making him come harder than he ever had in his life.
Keitaro groaned against his teeth as he felt the pleasure building towards its peak.
Kitsune reached down to cup his balls, using them to gauge how close he was as she released her suction and ran her tongue over his head and down his shaft.
She couldn’t see his eyes, but she felt sure that he was staring right at her as she looked up at him and jerked him haphazardly.
“Come for me, baby. I want it so bad.”
She sucked him down to the hilt and withdrew up to the tip before going down and again.
Keitaro stifled a scream as she ran her tongue over his shaft once more. She felt his sack tighten in her hand, and released his cock with a wanton moan before trilling her tongue over the tip of his cock.
Keitaro yelped as his come shot out in thick white ropes. He felt his orgasm strike everywhere at once as pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful rocketed through his cock, through his stomach, up to his head, and through every extremity. He collapsed against the tree as his seed shot out again and again.
Kitsune opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just as Keitaro launched his first volley. She let out a low groan as it struck her tongue. She adjusted her aim just in time for the next shot to hit the roof of her mouth, and then the next and the next. Kitsune felt herself grow hot as she felt his come fill her mouth. She swallowed quickly and opened her mouth again to receive the rest until his last weak spurt landed on her chin. She kissed and licked his softening cock, determined to get everything he had to offer before withdrawing to wipe his seed off her chin and lick it off her fingers.
She looked up to give her lover a light-headed smile.
“That was just awesome.”
With his orgasm over, Keitaro’s natural shyness reassumed his throne, and he looked away with mumbled thanks.
She stood up and brushed off her knees.
“You really know how to show a lady a good time.”
“I hurt you, though…”
Kitsune cuffed him on the arm. “Hey, it wasn’t your fault.” She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You made me feel incredible.”
Keitaro gave a nervous chuckle at that and reached down for his pants. He wished he had a mirror or something so he could clean himself up. He must have been a mess.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw Kitsune looking around in the dark.
She gave him a sheepish look. “Can you help me find my shoes?”
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