Ch. 10 - A Desperate Need

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The rest of the school day proceeded as normal. When the day ended, Suguru took you shopping. The school offered to provide you with school uniforms, but Suguru offered to pay for regular outfits seeing as you'd want something less restrictive in the evenings.
You felt quite bad having him spend all this money on you, but he reminded you that the school paid him quite favorably -- even more so when he went out on missions. Between he and Satoru, the two were the highest paid in the business. He mentioned his co-sorcerer, Mei Mei, was jealous.

The two of you entered the apartment after a dinner out, completely exhausted from a long day. You waltzed inside and tossed some of your bags on the kitchen island counter and took a deep breath as Suguru locked the front door behind him, the bags he carried for you placed on the floor.

"Suguru," you began, turning around as he finished locking up, " I wanted to say sorry about earlier, I was ju-"

Your sentence was quickly interrupted by Suguru's lips clashing into yours. He had finished locking up and simply ran to you, holding your face with a sense of urgency. 
You were taken off guard at first, gasping into the kiss as he pressed into you without hesitating. The man was nearly eating your face off with how desperately he moved. You found yourself pressed against the counter, his pelvis once again meeting yours so you could perfectly feel his hardness along your thigh.  

"Suguru!" You gasped when you could. He paused for just a moment, hungrily staring you down. "I don't want to do this if you don't."

"That doesn't matter," he whispered before going back in for the plunge. He pulled away once more for a breath. "You asked me to, so I will help you. I want to be helpful. 'A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity.'" He smirked with his quote and leaned back in.

"Are you sure this isn't just a loophole for you to feed your desires?" You put your index finger on his pursed lips before he could reach you. 

"Absolutely not," he grinned, nudging himself away from your fingers to reach your lips. 

This was obviously a lie. He was the desperate one. You had gotten him all worked up earlier that afternoon and left him alone. Now, here he was lifting your body up and onto the counter with ease, maneuvering you like some kind of doll to get you to lay down on the smooth countertop.
He didn't even give time to unbutton your uniform top or removing your skirt. With little hesitation, he had pulled down your stockings, tossing them away, and grabbed your waist to scoot you closer to the edge.

In a rush, he freed himself, harem pants falling to the floor with a clatter of his belt. From there, he took the plunge, pressing into you with great force. 
You let out quite the yelp and gripped the counter hard enough to turn your knuckles white. Your neck arched as he bottomed out in you, a sigh of relief could be heard from deep within his throat.

"And you're not fulfilling your desires," you teased at his vocalization. The night prior, only his breaths could be heard. This type of loud grunt came as a pleasant surprise. 

"No, not at all," he replied breathlessly with a smile, unbuttoning the single button on his uniform top and letting it fall to the ground. 

He then began a certain pace, thrusting into you relentlessly as if he were a starving dog. This was a different man than last night, as if once he got his first taste there was no going back. There was a focused look in his eyes as he worked away at your body.
You felt your mind beginning to fog over from the lust, letting each moan pour from your lips. Your grabby hands reached for his neck to which he obliged, leaning forward to kiss you while still thrusting. 

As his lips melted against yours, your playful hands went behind his head and freed his hair from its tie. The velvety, black locks curtained your faces as the kiss concluded. 
He came up with a crooked, breathless smile as he continued pushing into you. 

"You like my hair down?" He asked teasingly. You didn't respond, too busy gripping the counter as heat radiated from your core to the rest of your body. "I'll remember that," he smirked. 

"Just shut up and finish me," you gasped as his thrusting had slowed to speak.

He chuckled, "yes, ma'am."

His consistent pace proved useful to reach your highs, the heat growing and growing until it burst into a million tiny fireworks over each of your sensitive nerve endings. The pulsating of your canal riding out those feelings of excitement while nearly sucking the life out of Suguru's length. 

Just as your body began to reach its peak, you clenched the countertop once more. You felt your next vocalization bubbling up your throat until you could hold it no longer.

"Sen..." you immediately stopped yourself, throwing your hands over your mouth as Suguru slowed his thrusts to give you a funny look. "Sorry," your apology came out like a tiny squeak. The mood was entirely killed at that point.

"We do really look alike don't we," he sighed and gave a sympathetic smile. He pulled himself from you and picked up his clothing, meandering toward his bedroom to clean himself up.

You laid there for a moment, completely mortified of your mistake. You covered your face with your hands and took a deep breath. "But he's gone," you reminded yourself, pounding your temples lightly with your fists. 


Suguru came out of his bedroom dressed in lounge wear, plopping down on the couch and turning on the television. 

"Y/N?" He looked over at you, suddenly noticing you were still laying there. "You okay?"

"Yep," you gave a single chuckle and slowly got yourself off of the counter, your back a bit stiff. "Just very embarrassed." You dismissed yourself to clean up. 

When you returned, Suguru was still happily watching television and minding his own as if what happened earlier had never occurred. You sat down beside him, hugging your knees on the sofa. 

"You sure you're okay?" He asked again in a soothing tone.

"Yeah," your voice was a bit weak and unbelievable. You desperately wanted to change the topic. "Suguru," you began, turning your head toward him, "I've been thinking about my abilities. I'm comfortable with the whole corporealization thing and I'm sure the whole ectokinesis thing will come easy, too. But I'm having issue with the immortality..."

Suguru thought about what you said for a moment, furrowing his brow briefly in thought. "What about it? It seems straightforward to me, when you're fatally wounded it's almost like you've shed a skin -- you come right back."

"I..." you felt embarrassed for bringing up something that made you feel so weak, "I don't want to be the only one left behind." Suguru's eyes widened as you spoke, the realization was setting in. "I'm tired of losing the ones I love."

He took another moment to think. "I wonder if Master Tengen wouldn't mind sharing some advice."

"I'd really like that," you gave a small smile.

"I can see if I can set something up," Suguru offered, voice a bit low to the point where it was almost sad. "But, if you don't mind me asking, you're ultimately asking if you can remove your immortality. You don't want to live forever? Usually that's something many don't want to pass up."

You nodded hesitantly. "It's like I said, I'm tired of losing the ones I love. I've already lost Sengoku. I don't want to lose you, too."

Suguru's gaze focused on yours and vice versa. The sound of the television almost disappeared into the background as the two of you maintained eye contact.

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute as you worked up the urge to confess. "Suguru..." your voice was smaller than it had already been. You were about to make the statement, but Suguru beat you to the punch.

"Y/N, I think I'm in love with you," his voice was almost urgent. You were completely dumbfounded, jaw left agape with near nervous tears in your eyes from your earlier attempt to say the same thing.
"I haven't felt something like this before," he admitted. "The feelings I have for you are...almost as if they've been there the whole time; as if I'd forgotten something important to me and suddenly remembered after a very long time."

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