Kiyotaka."
"Arisu."
"Let's,,, do it."
",,,Do what?"
"Do,,, that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I mean, I don't want to hurt you or anything. I'm worried that-"
"Kiyotaka."
"-and if we do end up doing it, are you sure-"
"Kiyotaka."
"-need to think about what would-"
"Kiyotaka!"
"Hmm?"
"I'm,,, ready. If it does end up hurting, then,,, I'll tell you straight away. Besides,,, I don't think I can get more crippled than this. Of course, we'll only do this if you're happy with it. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you're not comfortable with."
Kiyotaka nodded.
"Then,,, I guess we'll do it."
"I-I'll start by stripping, so you,,, you need to do the same." Arisu's face went crimson as she put her cane to the side.
She began unzipping her white dress while Kiyotaka started removing his shirt. The two were silent.
The dress hit the floor - the woman was wearing nothing but her bra and panties, holding onto the bed to avoid falling over. Her small face, with bright eyes, was stunning; her petite frame and smooth, pale skin simply added to her natural beauty. Although she had a heart defect, it was clear that her lifestyle was far from unhealthy.
She swivelled her head to look at Kiyotaka, who was only wearing a gray pair of boxers. The man's athleticism was apparent; every inch of his body had been thoroughly exercised. His handsome face, the shape of his nose, his captivating eyes and his well-defined cheekbone structure were all features that would add to his fine portfolio, making him desirable for most women.
The two stared at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.
Arisu wiped a tear from her eye. "Kiyotaka, get on the bed."
The brown-haired man complied with his lover's orders and lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lilac-haired woman crawled on top of the man and sat on his waist, urging him to sit up slightly.
"L-Let's kiss,,,"
Arisu brought her face close to his. It wasn't long until their lips made contact. Their tongues began to wrestle - the two were engulfing each other, battling for dominance. Kiyotaka brought his hand up to Arisu's face, caressing her hair. Meanwhile, Arisu felt the man's body - his well-defined muscles, his broad shoulders - fantasizing about the sorts of things that he would do to her. The kiss was electric - the two shivered while they began hugging each other's bodies, feeling how their bodies would start to heat up.
Once they had finished exploring each other's mouths, they pulled away, a thread of saliva hanging between their lips. Their once tidy hairstyles had been turned into bird's nests. Kiyotaka in particular looked like he had just woken up. The woman pushed the man down on the bed - Kiyotaka was happy to oblige. Arisu planted a soft kiss against his mouth. Then she started working her way downwards. First she planted a kiss near his Adam's apple, then one on his clavicle. Eventually she reached his nipples. She jumped off of his waist and lay down on the bed next to him, bringing her mouth to his ear.
"Kiyotaka,,," she whispered.
"Did you know,,, the only purpose male nipples have is to make men feel good?"
