Stars

“Are you okay with this? More importantly, would…you know, would he be okay with this?”

She sighed. She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes as her slender arms wrapped tighter around his waist. Normally when either of them went outside their relationship, it was someone they didn’t know or had to be around all day.

Junpei shook at little from the shock running through his system. “I...I don’t want to upset Akihiko-senpai. I mean, we have to work together and then there is that little thing of his captaincy of the boxing team…” He trailed off, caught up in his horrified thoughts.

Mitsuru shook him gently. “Hey, I said we have an open relationship. He won’t mind and he certainly won’t find us here in my quarters. He is quite respectful of my private space.”

He was still tense, holding himself away from her as they lay on her bed. She tried to pull him closer but he was strong, too strong for her. He was probably so built from training in Tartarus, fighting the Shadows. There had been many a night she had admired his muscles, bulging slightly beneath his jacket.

She had kept her mind on making their way through the night without getting killed or injured. But her eyes had strayed on occasion. He was much more slender that Akihiko, but still nearly as strong. He had that cool cavalier attitude like nothing mattered to him but tonight. She had thought that he would be the same in bed, but he was so tense now.

“Junpei, relax.” He grumbled a bit as she pulled him down for a kiss, hoping she could kiss away his fears. He didn’t kiss back at first but slowly he opened up to her, loosening up as her tongue licked the corners of his mouth. A soft groan came from deep within him.

“Mitsuru,” he whispered on the end of his groan. “Please?”

“Please, what?” As he had relaxed, he had settled back against her and pulled her into his arms. He stroked her shoulder gently as he shifted against her. She seemed so soft in all the right places and for a second he lost his breath. Here he was, in Mitsuru-senpai’s room and she was so beautiful. And it was his first time. He didn’t want to disappoint her.

She seemed to understand his hesitation because her hands traveled to his belt and started undoing it. He suddenly pulled away from her prone figure to kneel above her amidst her groans. She was silenced when he took off his shirt. She took a moment to look at his slender and defined muscles. She didn’t realize she was staring until he scowled.

“Sorry,” she said quickly, which caused him to scowl even harder. “No, I don’t mean sorry, I meant I…was…” Mitsuru tried to say something, anything to get that look off his face. Being tongue tied was a very rare occurrence for her. “I just couldn’t help it, Junpei-kun. You’re so-”

“Yeah, I know I am nothing to look at,” Junpei said miserably.

Mitsuru shook her head. “No!” she exclaimed. “Your muscles are so incredibly defined and…sexy.” She stopped as she felt the air stolen from her lungs. It was hard to breathe as he unbuttoned his jeans. She felt the need to feel his warm skin against hers. She started unbuttoning her shirt, the tiny pearl buttons sliding against her sweaty fingers.

“Let me,” he whispered as he brushed aside her fingers. He deftly worked the buttons until her shirt lay open. Now it was his turn to stare at her creamy skin. No freckles to match the ones sprinkled across her nose. He pulled her shirt from where it was tucked inside her waistband and helped out of it. He never would have guessed she was a white underwear type. He had always daydreamed of her wearing black, or maybe red. But the absence of color or shade made her skin even more beautiful.

She sat up quickly as she unhooked her bra. Junpei froze for a second. He couldn’t seem to move his eyes from her breasts. Oh God, he thought, it was the first time he would ever see them in real life. Maybe she would even let him touch them.

She looked up at him, only to find his eyes focused down at her chest. She smiled as she pulled off her bra. He kept staring until he licked his lips. She gently took his hand, “First time?”

He nodded. She led his hand to her breasts. His hands seemed so hot against her, his calluses rough against her sensitive skin. He just held them for a bit before he moved his thumb. Her mind went blank and she arched her back. She couldn’t help the cry that escaped from her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

“Woah, Senpai.” She heard the chuckle in his voice, more of a shocked sound than anything else. She didn’t care because she could barely hear anything over the rushing sound in her ears. She tried to explain herself but couldn’t really get out much more than the word nipple and sensitive. Not that being crushed against his chest was helping to cool her down.

Junpei reached between them as she nuzzled his neck. He rubbed her nipple again, enjoying her jump in his arms. She made these little noises, whimpers and groans that just set him off.

Her hands were busy between them, even though that didn’t seem to register with him. Why was she-Oh! This time it was his turn to twist, except for him it was his hips. Her hand was hot as it caressed him through his boxers. For a minute, he was glad that he had a bit of private time earlier in the day so that he didn’t embarrass himself with her right now.

“Guh…Mitsuru!” he cried. He couldn’t think, just feel her breasts against him, her leg brushing against his. His heart was pounding but he had to stop her. He stilled her hand with his own. “Stop, please or I won’t be able to-”

She kissed him before he could finish. Slowly he was getting his thoughts back, mainly that he couldn’t believe what had just happened. All she had done was rub him through his underwear and he had almost lost it. Get yourself together, or she is just going to laugh at you.

She was shifting again and before he knew what was happening, her skirt was gone and she was naked. Mitsuru shivered slightly at the chill that was in her room. “I didn’t feel so cold a second ago.”

He acted on instinct as he gathered her in his arms. She looked so vulnerable but so damn hot. And there went her busy hands again as she started pulling down his pants, leaving them around his knees and only his boxers on. He finished it off by kicking off his pants and socks and pushing them off her bed with his feet.

“Touch me Junpei,” she commanded. Not that she had to say it twice. Her softly spoken words made it through the lust filled haze and straight to his brain. He moved his fingers up her legs towards her center.

Mitsuru could feel him hesitating. She tried to encourage him, letting him know that he was doing all right. She loved the way his fingers felt against her sensitive skin, rough and hot and getting so close. He was almost there… “Eahhh!”

He pulled back swiftly and all she could do was push her hips down to meet his fingers again. “Please,” she cried. “More.” His fingers were back, as gentle as before but this time pushing deeper. She held onto his shoulders tightly. He shifted slightly as he straddled one of her legs so that he could nuzzle her and treasure her scent. Everything was instinctual, everything felt right. There were no room for doubts as he started moving his finger in and out of her.

“Touch…my…” She was panting at this point and couldn’t seem to put together a coherent sentence. He smiled.

“Tell me, Senpai,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

She growled wordlessly. “Clit. Touch it!”

He took out his wet fingers and rubbed her folds gently. This only made her cry harder as he rubbed gently. “Not…there yet!” she ground out. Although by the way she was acting, he had to be close. Finally he felt a hard little nub and he rubbed it with his finger.

“Ngghhh!” she cried, jerking a bit as he hit home. He moved his finger torturously slow against her clit. He may have been innocently doing the one action that drove her wild, but she could have sworn it was as if he knew exactly what he was doing. If that was enough to drive her crazy, he then dipped a finger inside her and then brought it out to rub her clit again.

This may have last for hours as far as Mitsuru knew, with waves of pleasure washing over her, building her up. But she didn’t want to finish right now. She knew what she wanted. She stilled his hand and tried to catch her breath. “I need you inside me,” she said in between pants.

“Inside you? Like, right now?” Junpei was momentarily shocked. He figured she would want to have her pleasure and then finish him off. He had received a hand job before but never gone this far. She wanted him to be where his fingers had just been.

He let out his pent up breath. “Okay…” he trailed off for a second. What did he need to do? He didn’t want to disappoint her. He took off his shorts as she moved, rolling her hips to get into position.

“Um, Mitsuru?” She looked at him, her eyes dark with desire. “Errr, um…” What was he going to say again? “Oh…protection?”

She looked at him and smiled. She rolled over to grab one from her night stand and held it out to him. He reached for it but suddenly she snatched it away. Junpei looked confused for a second until she ripped it open and sat up. She put it between her teeth and bent over.

A moment later, he was reeling in shock. She had put her lips down there, all the while rolling a condom on him. He was stunned but then he looked at her, red hair spread out all over her pillow. She looked… “Amazing.”

She smiled and he realized he had said that out loud and he blushed. She held out her hand to him and he took it. He bent his head to kiss her wrist, adding a delicate nibble to it. He was rewarded with her gasp, which seemed to go on forever as he moved between her legs. All he wanted was to not disappoint her.

He positioned himself and pushed slowly inside of her. She held onto him as he slowly moved inside her. She knew he had to move slow or he might just lose his self control and end it. She almost preferred it quick, especially with how worked up she was right now.

She moved against him tentatively and when he didn’t stop her, she moved again. The air he sucked in told her to keep going. She felt hyper aware, of her nipples brushing against his chest, the hair on his legs brushing against her legs. She was going back and forth until she hit her peak and literally saw stars. He was holding her, moving inside her, keeping her high until she had to stop. She didn’t even realize he had left her and come back after cleaning up.

“Thank goodness you have a bathroom. It pays to be Mitsuru Kirijo,” he said with a laugh. She smiled, unable to put together words. She was drifting to sleep, every inch of her relaxed and sated. He was so warm, his hard muscles bunching as he pulled her close.

She was asleep quickly in his arms. He put a pillow behind her head and gently pulled his arm away. He dressed quickly but left one thing behind, to remember her by.