The Best Laid Plans II

The first story can be found here http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600082604 by Kazeninoru...Read it!!! It's damned good!!! Grrrrrrrr........o.o;;;


The Best Laid Plans II

Reality seemed to come too soon. Oh, Nero had slept tremendously well, and so had Kyrie considering she was usually awake before he was and when he woke up, she was still asleep, but the shock he'd gotten once he'd stood from bed had been the reason for his thinking.

Having given Kyrie a gentle kiss before he rose, she'd rolled over sometime during the night and was sleeping closer to the edge of the bed, Nero pushed the sheets back and turned so that his feet were on the slightly cooler floor, then started scratching the back of his neck with his left hand. Pushing himself up, he started to walk toward the bathroom door, but something caught his attention. In the corner of his eye, he thought he'd spied something on the mattress, a dark spot, and he turned and looked at it. He could see the color of it in the early morning light, now a very dark red hue, and he could only stare at the stain that was sitting on the sheets of the mattress, in the exact same spot as he'd taken Kyrie. It stared right back at him as well it seemed, and it wasn't that he didn't know he'd hurt her, or that she'd bled, just that he didn't know he'd hurt her that much. Should there really be as much blood as was there in the stain the size of an average pumpkin.

Having gently woken Kyrie, he'd asked her how she was feeling, and seeing her smile when she looked at his face, he knew she was completely fine. But Kyrie was curious as to why he'd asked, and Nero pointed out the stain of blood on the bed rather than telling her. Seeing the stain, Kyrie's cheeks had turned nearly the same color, and she got up quickly to take care of it, realizing she was still bleeding almost instantly and she took occupancy in the bathroom before Nero could say anything else to her.

Nero waited outside for her to emerge, wondering what had prompted the young lady into running off without another word, and he'd hoped to god it wasn't anything he'd done. But somehow he kept getting the feeling it had been. That was the thing that had caused that morning to be so bad, the small bit of worry he'd had after Kyrie had gone into the bathroom to clean up. Once she'd come back out, she'd had to explain to him that she'd gotten her period apparently, and that nothing was overly wrong that shouldn't have been resulting from their first time. She hated having to tell him anything that went along the lines of her monthly pal that every breeding age female got, saw how uncomfortable the mention of it made him, but she had no choice, and as soon as it was out of her mouth, she busied herself with pulled the sheets off of the mattress to have them cleaned.

Nero had sensed somehow that she'd gotten embarrassed over telling him that, and considered leaving her something when she was in town today singing, as she had an appearance at one o'clock, just to make her feel better. After all, that girl thing or not going down, he still felt bad about not only the embarrassment, but also about having to hurt her at all as he'd done when they'd made love the night before.

But he suddenly thought about that as he'd left the house, completely dressed and ready to get his day over with. Made love. A cocky grin plastered itself across his face, and he shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled a slight bit as he went down the stairs, leaving the apartment building. Nero had somehow found himself in a completely good mood. He'd finally broached that delicate area of sleeping with his girlfriend, Kyrie, whom he loved more than anything, and even if it might not have been the greatest sex known to mankind, to him, it'd been the best damned thing to have–

Nero had suddenly stopped his line of thinking. Now he was just being ridiculous. Sure, it was great, wonderful, completely amazing, but was it really the best thing that had ever happened to him? He somehow doubted it. But it had definitely been damned good.

But how had Kyrie felt about it? Nero had only thought about that when he'd gotten to the corner, and he cringed slightly. He hadn't asked her, well, not directly. Her feelings were important to him, and he cussed himself inwardly for that oversight, and instead of going left to head to work as he usually did, he went right to stop by the store, planning on fulfilling the idea he'd had earlier about leaving her something during her one o'clock song.

Kyrie had found the item laying on the desk in the backroom where she'd changed her clothes to perform usually, a few roses, one red, one white, and one pink, tied together with a pretty ribbon that had a card attached with the words "I love you" printed on them in a decorative font, and she opened the door and looked back out into the hallway. Nero wasn't around, but she knew it'd been him, of course it was him. She smiled even though she didn't see him anywhere, and went back into the dressing room and began changing her clothing.

The week that followed had been pretty run of the mill for the two of them. Nero went to work, and Kyrie had continued trying to perfect her cooking, something that seemed to be growing more and more bearable as time went on, and even though it wasn't perfect by far, they got a slight bit of relief at the end of the week when Nero got a good amount of money in the form of a bonus for the extra hours he'd put in during the evening. It was a grand total, along with his paycheck, of seven hundred and thirty one dollars, when his usual amount was closer to five hundred.

The amount relieved them tremendously, they'd had, as most young people and even some older ones, quite a few bills to pay. The check would be enough to take care of most of them, the ones up front anyway, and they still had a nice amount left over to last until the next paycheck. Nero sat at the kitchen table, looking the check stub over, a little smirk plastered across his lips, and he heard the latch in the bedroom doorknob turning, seeing it coming open down the hallway as the kitchen had a small bar area that could be seen through.

Kyrie was brushing her hair as she walked down the hallway, a habit she had whenever she wasn't up to anything else important enough to give her immediate attention to, and she stopped at the kitchen door when she caught the smell of food, good food that was. She turned her head, then smiled when she saw Nero, looking at the bags on the table next to him. Her brows raised inquisitively, and Kyrie asked him, "When did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago," he replied, sitting back in his chair.

"And," she paused, tilting her head, setting her brush on the counter of the kitchens small bar area, "what are those?"

"Bags," he told her as if that explained it.

Kyrie gave him a cute smirk, wondering what had put him in such a seemingly good, if not slightly playful, mood, and she asked him, "Really? I thought it was plastic. So, what's inside the bags?" She added more specifically, that cute inquisitiveness of hers not overshadowed by the returned playfulness he was giving to her.

"You know that shop on the corner of fifth and wales?" Nero asked.

Kyrie's eyes lit up from a mahogany to a warmer shade of amber, and she grinned. Nero had stopped by one of her favorite places to eat and picked up some food for them. The place was called Austin's, and Nero had to admit, they had some damned good subs there, probably the best in the entire town, though his favorite place was the Steakhouse on the other side of town; Nero was a sirloin man, probably why he'd gotten the cheese steak sub for himself from Austin's when he'd gone there before coming home from work. Kyrie had a preference for Austin's salads and their chicken alfredo dish, not to mention she liked their frozen yogurt, chocolate with mint chips in it. So Nero had gotten her all three, just a way to celebrate his bonus, after all, Austin's wasn't an expensive place anyway.

"You mean Austin's?" Kyrie asked.

"Yeah," Nero nodded in return, "whatever the name is," he pretended not to know, "I thought you might like something from there since you said it was your favorite, but I couldn't remember what you liked the best, so I just got whatever I thought you might want."

He was doing it again. Kyrie was all too aware of Nero's knowledge about her favorite foods, her favorites with most anything actually, and how he always pretended not to remember just to pull off that indifferent mannerism he was so well known for among most people around and about. Kyrie played along, but she was surprised when she saw him pulling all three of her favorites out of the bag. "Well," she started, walking over to the table, looking the containers of food over, "you could have called to ask."

Kyrie was trying her best not to grin, ending it up in a bitten bottom lip and a smirk tugging at her features, and she noticed Nero's shrugged shoulders as he replied, "Didn't need to, I got plenty of money for it."

That's right, she remembered in that moment, he'd gotten paid. Sitting down at the table, she looked at him and pretended she still didn't know what he'd done, saying, "Well, you shouldn't have gotten all of this. I won't be able to eat it all."


"Leftovers," he motioned with his Devilbringer, "warm up what you don't eat for later, or save the salad for a snack." Nero smiled when she'd looked into the containers and took a deep breath to smell the chicken alfredo, hearing her stomach rumbling for the meal only a moment afterwards. Nero liked giving her things and pretending he had no idea what she really liked, what was her favorites, if only to keep her from thinking he was trying to spoil her. He somehow got the feeling she knew he was well aware of what he'd done, but somehow he got the feeling that doing it this way made it more special for her, and not to mention, it made it more enjoyable for himself as well. Being able to pull off the things he did and still manage to keep his demeanor of the guy who didn't have a care in the world just made him feel that much more confident.

She'd given him a smile by the time he'd thought that, and he looked at his own food, pulling it from his bag, content in the knowledge she was happy with what he'd just done. That was pretty much all he needed to know. That Kyrie was content and that's what made him content. Nice and simple. He liked it that way. No sense in making things complicated.

The couple started eating, and shared a few stories of their day, laughing over a few things here and there, Nero always seemed to have something to say about a particular event that took place during his day which seemed humorous somehow, at least, to Kyrie, and she liked his sense of humor. Putting her last bite of chicken alfredo in her mouth, she pulled the fork away and set it in the tray, followed by tugging the bottom of her white tank top down over the top of her jean shorts. It was a motion Nero noticed after their previous laugh, and he looked her shorts over, her legs neatly shaved and recently lotioned it looked like, silky and smooth.

The look of her legs made him think of other things, as he'd done over the past week. To be more specific, it made him think of the night they'd made love. They hadn't touched each other since aside from a few simple kisses and caresses. Kyrie had been bleeding this week, on her period, and Nero had been afraid he'd hurt her again anyway, thought it would be best to give her some time to relax from her first time with him. In his endeavors though, he'd found it increasingly difficult to think straight around her from time to time, though he had cracked a joke or two about it with her when no one else was around. Despite her sweetness and innocence, Kyrie seemed to appreciate the jokes even if she'd tell him it was terrible.

They'd talked once over the last week about their next time as well, that is, seriously, and neither of them wanted it to be before she'd gotten off of her period, of course, so they were kind of stuck either way it went when it came to waiting. Nero was somewhat glad for the mysterious womanly affliction that came once a month in that case, knowing he'd be tempted to have ravaged her once again if she didn't have it, possibly hurting her more needlessly. It also gave him time to come up with some, well, ideas for lack of a better way to put it.

Having lived with Kyrie for a while as well, that mystery had become a little less mysterious, even though she refused to really talk about it with him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and Nero didn't force her into it, he just learned by watching. It usually seemed that for the first two days or so she had pain, popping pills like Tylenol to keep it at bay, and ate a bit of chocolate or something sweet if they had it. She also didn't talk much, apparently not wanting to complain as he'd noticed she liked to lay down and take naps when she felt like that.

It made him feel bad in turn, not exactly knowing what kind of pain she went through, but if her motions when she didn't think he was looking were any indication, she hurt in her lower back and abdomen. He'd come into the bedroom one day when she'd laid down to take a nap, at a time when she'd apparently been specifically depressed, thinking about her brother Credo, and she'd been crying. He'd laid up against her, behind her, and started gently rubbing the muscles of her lower back slowly, asking her if that had felt alright.

At the time, he really didn't know why she'd been in pain specifically, and when he'd asked, she shook her head at him and told him it was nothing, just a random backache. Now he knew better though. So, the mess it would make aside, Nero really didn't want to do anything with Kyrie when she was feeling so miserable. He could only wonder why the hell every woman had to go through that. Wasn't there an easier damned way for a woman to be able to breed without having to go through such hell each month?

But as time got on and she got better, Nero had found himself yearning for more of what they'd shared that evening. He'd never brought the topic up until one of the last days of the week though, feeling that he was comfortable enough with her to have mentioned it now. He'd started off by asking her if she'd felt any pain from it still, and when she said she didn't, he told her he hoped it wouldn't hurt her again the next time. It was the best way he could see to have brought it up unintrusively.

That was when Kyrie had told him she was sorry she wasn't able to have their second time again so soon. Nero hadn't been looking at her, thankfully, he'd been over the sink using the trash compactor, and he'd sighed, thinking he was sorry too. But he'd told her it was okay, they needed to wait, it would make it that much better. He'd been guessing of course, but she seemed to agree with him, so all was well that ended well.

Now he was sitting there with her, letting his eyes travel down her legs and back up, wondering to himself when their next time would be and if she were alright as far as the woman thing went. He'd had thoughts, of course, after their first encounter, and the one he had in his head right now included putting her on the table, putting Devilbringer to use in ripping her pants off, and going to town. It didn't matter to Nero if he had more restraint than that, he could still imagine it. Though the price he paid for that was a good deal of sexual frustration.

"Nero," Kyrie suddenly said, having finished off her drink. Setting the cup down, she looked at him and said, "I just wanted to let you know that," she bit her lip, trailing off, glancing around a bit shyly.

"What?" He narrowed his brows, hoping it wasn't anything bad.

"Well, I'm not," she looked over at him, brows raising, "you know, I'm done."

"Done with what, your drink? I know. You want me to put the salad in the fridge?"

Kyrie blinked, then she shook her head, "No, not that." She suddenly pointed down, though she'd put her hand over her eyes, trying not to laugh at his confusion as she did so.

Nero glanced down, then he looked back at her face, saw her peering from beneath her palm at him, and he raised his own white eyebrows, "Oh!" His look got sheepish. "I knew that, I just didn't wanna embarrass you."

Kyrie grinned, turning in her chair to face him more, and she reached out across the table and put her hand on his, stroking her thumb over the blue of his fingers. She tilted her head and modestly asked him, "I was wondering if you wanted to," she pursed her lips a little before turning her mahogany eyes up at him, "you know, have our second time tonight sometime."

Yeah, I wanna make you come for me so hard you cry from happiness, was the first thought that popped into Nero's head, but he sure as hell wasn't going to just spit that out at her, nor was he going to grab her hand and drag her off to the bedroom as his first instinct told him to do. He looked down at her hand on his, then back up at her face, and he told her, "Yeah, I'd like that actually." Then he stood up.

Nero, though he felt a bit more comfortable about Kyrie now, still felt as if he were inside of some kind of modest shell with her that he was trying to break open, and it made him cuss himself inwardly. He wanted to try and break more of it away sooner, and holding onto her hand, he turned to her as she stood up, and asked her, "How's right now?" After all, how could anyone say they'd been hurrying after all the waiting they'd been doing?

Kyrie felt a slight blush staining her cheeks at his words, and she looked down at his throat for just a moment in modesty before a little smile graced her lips. Then she nodded her head, proving to him that she wanted to explore more as well, get over their inhibitions with each other and take their relationship to the next level finally. Having slept together aside, they knew they still needed a lot of work, and when she nodded, Nero reached his hand up to her cheek and leaned in, kissing her suddenly, but gently.

Kyrie hadn't expected the sudden kiss, but she responded to it equally, opening her mouth and allowing their tongues to meet and stroke each other. Her hand left his, and she let him move toward her, pushing her back, against the table where she gasped a bit, trying to get her footing. Nero pulled his mouth from hers when he heard the gasp, and he looked into her eyes and asked, "I'm sorry, did I move too fast?"

Shaking her head, Kyrie put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward herself, kissing him just as quickly as he'd kissed her. Slightly surprised by the movement, it didn't take long for Nero to grin, or at least, he would have if he'd had use of his mouth for it, but instead, opted to reach down and press his hands against her ass, lifting her up and onto the table suddenly, followed by pulling her legs up by his sides.

The first thing Nero went for was the band around her hair, slipping his finger into it and placing his left hand at the back of her neck as he pulled the mass of vibrant auburn locks free and allowed his fingers to sift through it. Some of her hair was still damp, noting the shower she'd taken when he'd gotten home from work, and he could smell the scent of lilac on her, a scent he'd come to associate with her. The fragrance was definitely pleasant, and as their tongues pressed into each others and Nero felt Kyrie's legs lifting at his sides, he pulled his hands away from her hair and pressed them down against her hips in order to pull them closer to him.

Nero then moved his mouth against her jaw, the side of her neck, around the earrings hanging from her ears and up against the shell of the sensitive skin, and Kyrie took a deep breath, putting her own hands on his wrists and slowly sliding them up his arms. "N-Nero, shouldn't I go change?" She asked him, curious about whether or not she was attractive enough for him.

He replied after only a moment, feeling the zipper of his shirt coming down slowly at her command, "No, whatever you put on will just come off anyway."

Nero cringed at himself. Had he really just said that? Damn, must've gotten overzealous, he thought to himself, and slowly pulled his head back, looking at her to see if she were offended or not. But no, she just had a slightly dreamy look in her eyes, seeing the bit of apprehension on his face that told her he still wasn't sure what paths he could cross yet and what paths he could. She'd liked it though, she felt she would pretty much like anything that came from him, and she put her hands up on his cheeks and kissed his lips, then his chin, her movements loving and accepting, her fingers sliding down into the collar of his shirt where she bit her lip and glanced up at him, pushing it off slowly to make sure she wasn't doing anything he didn't want her to.

He watched her simply, let her, allowed her to push the shirt all the way open since it'd been unzipped, his jacket going with it. She paid close attention to what she was doing, her fingers trailing a soft path across his toned upper chest, and she finally pulled the clothing off of him completely. She looked like an angel to him, in those few quiet moments, pulling his shirt and jacket off, hands trailing soft, tantalizing touches against his skin, and he had the thought in those few moments that, yeah, he would've done anything for her, anything at all.

So when Kyrie reached down to his belt buckle and undid it, he took her hands, causing her to look up at him, but before she could worry over it, he told her, "Sit back a bit."

Kyrie did as he'd asked her to and his hands moved to the waist of her tank top, pulling it up slowly, allowing her to lift her arms as he pulled the garment away and then just carelessly tossed it to the side. Considering her previous trip to the shower, and the fact that it was evening time, Kyrie wasn't wearing anything special beneath her tank top, just a sports bra, but considering Nero's own words as well, she wasn't going to be wearing anything anyway, all he really cared about was what was contained in them. That had to be one of Nero's favorite aspects of his girlfriends physical features; she had a beautiful set of twins. What could he say?

Every movement Nero made for the moment was slow, giving her plenty of time to change her mind, but she never did. He reached down for the straps of her sports bra, slid his fingers into them, moving them down until they were at her sides beneath her arms. She stared at him, waited for him to pull up, felt his fingertips brushing at the swells contained within the tight material, then looked down when she felt a slight wave of embarrassment washing over her. Nero pulled up finally, releasing her from the confines of the cotton, watched her ample breasts coming into view, nipples a soft pink color that drew him in. Nero allowed himself the freedom to reach for them, knead them beneath his fingers, and brush her nipples with his thumbs until they were nice and hard, straining for something more.

Kyrie's eyes had shut, her lips had parted with his name whispered softly to him. She'd reached her hands out to his sides, leaned her mouth up to his throat, and began placing kisses against his skin that felt completely wonderful to him. Their inhibitions were dying slowly but surely. Her reaction told Nero that she truly enjoyed his attention, and that she wanted to return that attention as much as she wanted to get it. Nero slowly pushed her back across the top of the table, ready to give her even more now, ready to get what he wanted at the same time.

Her arms encompassed him loosely as he laid her back, his lips meeting her briefly as they lay flat against the table top, her legs lifting around him as he settled between them, the feel of her silken skin beneath him bringing a new level of desire through his body that he couldn't deny. He began sliding down her body, against her chest slowly, his mouth leaving a trail of sensation that made Kyrie's mahogany eyes flutter open, and she watched him, above her, pressing one pliant orb up, his mouth heading toward the peak. Her lips parted at the site, fingers pressing into his shoulders, not in a push, but in anticipation, and he covered her nipple with his lips slowly, allowed his tongue to drag across the sensitive nipple in circles.

"Nero," she whispered out in a sigh of pleasure, the sensations trailing through her body and down between her legs, striking the urge in her to lift her back into an arch, an urge she didn't deny herself. Feeling her moving a bit, Nero opened his eyes and turned his head up, looking at her face. He didn't stop either, deciding that if one got attention, they'd both need it, and he moved toward the second nipple and began giving it the same treatment as the first.
As he did this, heard her moans of enjoyment as she lay beneath him, he felt her fingers traveling down his sides, into the waistband of his pants slowly. They slipped around his sides, to the front of him, and he lifted his hips a bit just to let her explore him the same way she'd let him explore her. For the second time, she'd found his belt buckle, and this time the button to his pants which she undid, then began unzipping.

Nero leaned up, brushing his lips against her cheek, watched her eyes opening to meet his as her fingers had opened his pants, and Kyrie asked him, "Am I going too far?"

Mindlessly, Nero found himself shaking his head at her. His voice was gruff when he got out, "No, you can go as far as you want," before he leaned in and kissed her, then completely covered her mouth and thrust his tongue into hers when her hands had pushed his pants down, unleashing his hard shaft, her fingers drawing a few teasing brushes up against it. The sensations drew out a slight groan from his throat that became more gruff when she found her gumption and gripped him firmly. In return, he'd pulled her lower back up, pressing her against himself, and he felt her slowly stroking the aching hardness he'd come to possess for a short while now.

The kiss became much more carnal, her actions of squeezing him causing Nero to become a bit mindless to everything but the pleasure she'd caused him and the bid to have her again. As her fingers rubbed into him, urged him on, her little whimper sounding in the back of her throat from the sweet roughness of the kiss he was giving her, Nero found himself pulling his lips away from hers and leaning down just a bit with his groan of pleasure. The site was completely erotic to Kyrie, who stared up at him, began moving her fingers a bit faster, sitting up to kiss his forehead.

Nero wanted to stop her, but at the same time he didn't. The attention was completely mind boggling, and it was driving him over the edge way too quickly. She kept placing kisses against his cheek and neck, continued stroking his now throbbing cock, and Nero suddenly grabbed her wrists. The sudden movement made her brows narrow at him, confusion on her face.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Not a damned thing," he groaned out, breathing heavily as he pushed her hands to her sides. It'd been way too soon, and he wasn't ready to get off just yet. So he told her, "It's just my turn."

The words made Kyrie bit her bottom lip, and she watched Nero as he moved his foot, the chair next to them swinging around as he'd apparently hooked his foot into it, spinning in a circle across the floor until it wound up behind him, and he sat back in it, his hands still hooked to her hips which resulted in dragging her across the table top until her pants and crotch were settled before him. Her heart was pounding as hard as his was now, watching him undoing her own pants, pulling the zipper of the jean shorts down, then lifting her legs just a bit so that he could easily slip them down and get rid of them. Her white cotton panties came into view next, and Nero had only one thought in that moment on his already carnal mind; people wore way too many articles of clothing. But she had a ton of these generic panties, and if she didn't, he'd buy her another pair.

Devilbringer made quick work of the cotton, and he looked up at her as he tore the panties away, hearing her gasp of his name, yet seeing no signs of apprehension anywhere on her face, only perhaps a bit of embarrassment that was well called for. She reached down to his shoulders as her female mound came into view to him, drew her knee up slightly, trying to fight off the urge to hide herself, her face staring at his own.

Nero had to ask her now, feeling it'd be the last chance he got to have any kind of decent thought in his mind at all, "Do you want me to stop?"

Like Nero had done earlier, Kyrie shook her head at him mindlessly, telling him, "No, I don't."

Nero knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wasn't going to waste any time thinking about it either. He'd started getting real tired of this waiting, either an effect of an entire week of waiting, or a lingering state of arousal from how she'd just been touching him if not both, but his own inhibition with this woman was coming to a quick end at the moment. She'd driven him beyond the capacity for modesty, and now he wanted to do the same for her.

So without a second thought, when Kyrie told him she didn't want him to stop, he leaned in without another word and touched his lips to her female mound, and though simple kisses they started out as, they were more than enough to evoke a beautiful gasp from Kyrie's soft lips, an urgent moan of his name to him. The warmth trailing from his lips across her sensitive flesh caused her own inhibitions to melt away, her comfort with the man doing this to her allowing her legs to part wider, her body to arc erotically.

Like everything else, Nero remembered the things she liked the most, and he remembered now from their previous engagement the one place she seemed to enjoy him touching the most, he only had to find it again. And considering her initial response had been a very good one, he allowed himself to find it, with his tongue this time instead, allowed the muscle to slowly snake out, parting the slit he'd just kissed so intensely, picking up her honeyed taste for the first time. The taste coupled with the sound of her heavy breathing and her buck against him as he'd spread his fingers out around her hips told Nero all he needed to know; he wasn't going to dislike this one damned bit.

His tongue moved up and then down, her fingers threaded through his hair and squeezed his shoulder at the same time, and he finally felt her tensing when he decided to press his tongue over the swollen button hidden between her slick folds. "Nero!," came out loudly from her lips, letting him know that he'd found her sweet spot again, and he exploited it, pressed his tongue against it, and started swirling it around the hard button in circles, causing her to make several loud moans in succession, all of which made him want to stand up and slam himself inside of her.

This just kept getting better and better.

Kyrie's heart was racing. She'd been a bit mortified at first, but as he'd continued on so slowly, and then found her sensitive clit with his tongue, she'd forgotten anything and everything about modesty and just wanted more from him. She'd started shaking with her desire to have him at that point, coming undone as quickly as he had, and she bucked against the tongue swirling around her throbbing clit, causing her to tell him as she hooked her hands under his arms, "Oh God, Nero, I need you!"

Not want, but instead, need. He sounded a loud growl of desire against her mound whether on purpose or just because the words had evoked it in him, but it only added to her pleasure, and she fell back to her elbow on the table top, still holding onto his arm with her other hand as she tried to urge him to stand up as well as to give herself something to anchor onto. But Nero didn't stop, and she let go, her orgasm rising up in her in a way she couldn't stop, too fast for her to deny it, so she cried out his name one last time as the rising waves of pleasure crashed down on her, her hips bucking and arcing up against his mouth, her hands finding and squeezing his tightly in desperation.

The waves came over her hard, and Nero drank in the sight and sound of her, didn't stop exactly how he was rolling his tongue against her until he felt her trembling, tensing muscles calming down, the final waves of her orgasm ending with her weakly whimpered moans. Damn, he thought to himself, I've gotta remember the whole clit thing. He planned to use the information again and again if he could. Not to mention she tasted like sugar. He didn’t find it at all displeasing as he slowly drew his lips away from her heated skin with a soft, gentle suck of lips.


The movement made Kyrie jerk slightly, taking another deep breath and looking down at him as he sat back. He’d started opening his pants as he’d leaned back in the chair he’d sat in for a moment, unable to take the confining material he wore anymore, ready to climb up and over Kyrie now, and completely take her finally when her hands caught his as he tried to open his pants. Looking up, he watched her climbing down from the kitchen table so that her legs were parted over his lap, her own hands reaching for his pants as she tilted her hair up. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, her lip tugged between her teeth, but she leaned in suddenly and started kissing him, a kiss he returned as he put his arms up and around her, pulling her much closer as he let her free him from his pants herself. Her breasts came into contact with his chest as her lips parted, allowing his tongue into her mouth, her own pushing in against his boldly for her demure nature, deep, heavy breathing coming from the both of them sounding as they continued kissing.

Getting his fly undone, she pushed at the waste band of his pants and Nero pulled his lips away so he could see, lifting his hips beneath her as she tugged them down a bit, allowing his swollen shaft to get out for some fresh air. Kyrie looked down at it shyly, then back up to him, saw him looking at her face, and she took a deep breath, reaching for it.

“Can I do the same, Nero?”

Her softly asked question didn’t come without its effects on him. As her fingers closed in around him, he groaned when she squeezed it gently, watching his face for signs of anything she might be doing wrong. The thought of her closing those soft lips of hers around his aching shaft made him twitch in her hand, and he shook his head, “Not right now, baby,” he whispered, lost to the pleasure she was causing in him. “I wanna be inside you.”

Kyrie could understand his reasoning, though her brain was a bit too drained in that moment to really think about it. So she nodded her head, and then she pushed herself up a bit, moving her hips toward his. But suddenly, he stopped her, “Wait, Kyrie, I need to get a condom.” Somehow, he’d suddenly remembered that, and he looked at her face quietly after he’d spoken the words.

Kyrie bit her lip, then she shook her head no, “Not this time, Nero.”

That didn’t make any sense to him. “If I don’t, you could get pregnant.”

“No,” she whispered, “I got on birth control this week. I forgot to tell you.”

Realization lighting in his eyes, he stared at her for a moment quietly, felt her pushing her hips toward him again. When she did, Nero loosened his hands on them and let her, felt her arm snaking around the side of his neck, her fingers in his hair at the back of his head, and he took a deep breath, not wanting to let the desire over watching her nude body slither up against him, no matter how innocently she’d done it, cause him to pull her up or do anything that would stop her from giving him this display. Their foreheads were touching, and they both closed their eyes when their sensitive areas touched finally, his swollen prick drawing down against the soft skin that was damp with her orgasm, causing him to lift his hips against her with a sudden grunt.

Kyrie’s eyes opened, uncertainty evident in the amber depths, “I’m sorry, did I...”

Nero looked at her, then he shook his head no, “You didn’t hurt me.”

“You liked it?”

“Hell yes,” he groaned out to her breathlessly, pressing his hips up again, feeling her slit parting around his cock, completely free of any kind of plastic covering it this time, touching her skin to skin for the first time ever, her wetness smearing over him. She made a soft whimper, and then drew her hips up higher, apparently effected the same way he was as well. And he knew what she wanted to do, and what she seemed to be having a problem with. She wanted to be on top for now, and he wasn’t going to deny her the chance. The frown on her face was entirely too damned cute when she couldn’t seem to get it right the first time, coming just short of where she needed to be, and he decided to give her some help.

Nero hooked his arms around her back, holding her still, then positioned his hips at an angle, taking himself with his own hand and pushing it toward her until he felt the same thing he had the last time, the parting of her slick lips around him, pushing his own pleasure to the side for a moment at the sensations as he asked her, “That what you wanted?”

“Yeah,” she drew out breathlessly, tensing up a bit when he started penetrating her a bit deeper. Her hips stiffened as she pressed her feet into the floor to give herself some leverage, and she clutched her arms around him, determined to make this right. It didn’t seem to hurt nearly as much this time as it had last time either, though it was a bit snug. Kyrie still didn’t stop though. She lowered her hips, until he was completely inside of her, and heard his lowly made groan against her ear as she settled against him.

“Am I hurting you?” She heard next as she came to a stop, adjusting to his size and length inside of her.

“No,” she moaned back softly, then asked him in turn, “you?”

Nero scoffed over the thought, then replied with his breathless voice, “If this is pain, then hurt me some more, baby.”

Despite their intimate position and their slightly continued shyness over one another, Kyrie found a smile, no matter how short lived it was. She still hadn’t lost her determination to do this to the fullest extent that she could, and she slowly lifted her hips at his command, rocking herself over him once. The feelings it caused in her seemed to be no where near as good as what they’d caused in Nero, his hands tightening their grip against her back as another groan of pleasure escaped his lips. That was what gave Kyrie pleasure in turn, seeing his own. Knowing it wasn’t hurting him from his reactions, she did it again, then again, slowly working her hips over him, though awkwardly, the best she could. It never seemed to disappoint Nero either. And as her movements continued, and he touched down deeper inside of her, she tensed up and tightened her own arms around him, gasping out suddenly.

Nero felt the movement and put his hands on her hips to make her be still, thinking she’d hurt herself. Looking at her, taking deep breaths, she tried to move again, suddenly getting out the words, “Don’t stop me,” in a soft whimper before he could even ask her what was wrong, and hearing the words asked so desperately of him, he let go with a deep breath, allowing her to continue on. As she did so, her muscles contracting around his cock with her motions, milking it instinctively inside of her, in and out with her determined movements over him, Nero found it harder and harder to control himself. Kyrie looked way too damned beautiful, and he could feel that wild need and desire rising up and taking place inside of him, telling him to ram his hips into hers again and again. Slipping and sliding in and out of her tight, snug sheath stretching around him again and again wasn’t helping to ease the wild desire either.

Kyrie had closed her eyes, tried to move harder like she felt she needed to now, but the pleasure had gotten so intense as she’d found her sensitive spot and had been moving her hips in a way that would exploit it that she’d been a bit surprised and couldn’t quite keep up her pace. She’d grabbed his shoulders, breathing harshly as her forehead met his again, still trying to get her hips to move right, and she didn’t remember it feeling this damned good last time. It’d been good, but she knew it hadn’t felt quite like this.

Nero sensed her trouble, and he’d been close to snapping anyway. Watching her trying to satisfy the both of them so hard had caused him to come undone completely finally, his hold on what little control he’d hand left breaking, and when she settled over him again with a disappointed sigh, he knew that she needed more, and he’d be damned if he let her keep this whole attempt of trying up. Hell no, he was going to take over now, and make sure she found exactly what she wanted.

Lowering his arms, he lifted her up, standing without a second thought, and pushed her back onto the table, coming over her. Her eyes closed when he did that, her arms moving around him and pulling him closer if she could. He placed a hand on her hip as he began riding himself into her much harder than she’d been able to accomplish after a short time of being over him, and she lifted her legs around his sides higher, allowing a deeper penetration that caused her to jerk and arch her back. The site made Nero groan as she cried out suddenly, pleasure catching her by surprise again, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back long enough so that, even if she didn’t get off, she could enjoy this longer before he had his own orgasm. But he wanted her to, and badly as well.

He could feel her tensing up, and he grunted loudly, gritting his teeth as he continued to pound his turgid flesh down into her with a slap of skin, growling with the effort it took to hold himself back as he began slowing down just a slight bit. Sweat laced his brow, and despite any lack of experience he may have still had in the sexual arena, he heard the sweetly made cry of his name as soft fingertips wandered up and across his cheeks. “Kyrie,” he grunted in reply, opening his blue eyes to look down at her, seeing her breasts bouncing beneath him, watching the pained look of pleasure on her face.

“Don’t stop, Nero,” she breathed out.

Hearing her plea, he responded by placing Devilbringer upon her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip before he started moving harder into her, felt her body tensing up around him, her muscles spasming as she jerked beneath him in near orgasmic bliss, gasping out his name loudly. The sight and sound of it nearly made him come right then and there, but Kyrie wasn’t there just yet. Instead, it took a few more deep dives into her completely soaking wet walls to get her to come for him as he completely desired her to, and he completely knew it when she did it.

She bucked against him, her nails digging into his back, a slight pain he didn’t even notice as she did so, crying his name yet again, gasping against the harshly violent waves of pleasure crashing down on her, louder than she ever had been yet. Nero couldn’t have held back anymore if he’d wanted to, growling her name out loudly as he lifted his head back for a moment with the first spurts of his come so deeply inside of her, her body milking it out of him instinctively. Looking back down just after he’d leaned his head back, watching the beauty laying beneath him as she whimpered and held to him so tightly, her face just beneath his, he couldn’t imagine anyone or anything else being this damned good in that moment.

With the last explosion of his raging arousal inside of her, Nero took a deep breath, whispering out her name on a rugged voice before he leaned down and covered her mouth with his own in that moment, rolling his tongue against her lips as he tilted his head to the side, kissing being something the both of them were good at and completely comfortable with doing.

The kiss was unimaginably sexy, ravenous and wet with a good amount of tongue thrusting involved, and Nero felt her fingertips running gently across his back in stark contrast to her actively seeking mouth, returning his kiss in the same manner which he was giving it to her. Several moments passed, and the kiss died down, their breathing still harsh, their foreheads connected once again. The only thought Nero had in that moment was that he was never going to use a condom again. It felt way too damned good without it.

“I love you, Nero,” he heard her whispering, and where he stood at the moment, he decided to pull her up, tightening his grip around her as he lifted her up, kissing her throat and shoulders once again, holding her completely off of the ground, still wedged inside of her. He loved her too, he thought, but he was too busy showing her rather than telling her in that moment.

That was, until a crash caught both of their attentions.

Looking back, they watched as the kitchen table fell onto the floor, both of them going somewhat wide eyed in surprise, and Kyrie turned her head back to Nero slowly and lifted her brows. Nero looked over at her from the now dilapidated kitchen table, and suddenly, they both started grinning.

“Guess that means we’re off to a good start,” he told her before he kissed her once again briefly, setting her back onto the floor.

With a dizzying sigh, Kyrie just smirked out her amusement and nodded her head, telling him, “Maybe.” Then she stopped and opened her eyes for a moment, looking at him. “By the way,” she trailed off.

“What?”

She was still hugging herself up against him, rubbing against him in a loving manner as she laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes only slightly parted open, “Don’t ever use a condom again,” she sighed out against his throat.

Looking over the table as she nuzzled him gently with no lack of pride over the fact that he’d broken the damned thing by having her on it so hard, he smirked at her words, replying, “I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Good,” she smirked, turning her face back to their handiwork. She felt pride over it as well, but was still a bit too shy as of yet to really show it. As she looked it over, she felt Nero bending down into her ear and whispering the words she’d known all along, words that he hadn’t spoken yet, but that he knew he should tell her before too much more time passed. After all, he felt he owed her that much if not so much more than that.

“I love you, Kyrie.”

Her eyes closed. His lips lingered at her ear in the moment, their hearts beating in their chests at the same time, the same pace, relaxed and content. Turning her head slowly, she looked back at him, saw his eyes opening, and he reached up and rubbed his nose, looking around for a second, then back at her. When his eyes met hers again, she smiled and tilted her head down, watching her hands as she lifted them into his, fingers brushing against the glowing blue and the more normal colored skin as she took them. He watched her intently, then felt her backing away, holding his hands as she pulled him off to the door.

Nero went with her, finding a gentle smile caressing his lips as he went with her, leading him into their bedroom. The door shut behind them, leaving the rest of the apartment in silence, a sign on the door in black and red colors that had the design of a skull across it which read the words ‘do not disturb’ across it.

The sign was never put to better use.