The Touch of Hearts (MuzanxOcxGiyuu)

The water

As we made our way into his home, I couldn't help but notice the serene simplicity that adorned Giyuu's living space. There were no signs of clutter or unnecessary possessions, a clear sign of his minimalist lifestyle. And cleanliness.

I pondered the reason why we had ended up inside his house. We had left the Ubuyashiki estate to have a conversation, but so far, the exchange between us had been limited to just a few words.

It struck me that Giyuu didn't seem bothered by my memory loss; he didn't mind engaging with me, despite the blank slate that my mind seemed to be. Yet, as we stood there, a peculiar sense of shyness enveloped both of us.

Finally, breaking the silence, Giyuu spoke softly, "Um, do you want to sit down?" He gestured towards his room. The space was surprisingly roomy, with a large window that provided a refreshing view of the lush trees outside, inviting a gentle breeze to dance through the room.

With a subtle flutter of my eyelashes, I gracefully adjusted my Yukata, exuding a sense of composure as I settled by the window.

Giyuu positioned himself in front of me, choosing a spot where our eyes could lock, yet both of us seemingly lost in our own thoughts, reluctant to make the first move.

Breaking the tension, Giyuu took a deep breath and mustered the courage to reach out his hand toward me. His longing gaze spoke volumes, expressing a sentiment that resonated deeply within me.

His request was simple yet charged with emotion, "Can I hold your hand?" His intense, deep-blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt an unspoken connection between us.

I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Of course." My palm met his with a sense of urgency, as if both of us were longing for that physical connection. His touch was gentle, sending a tremor through my being.

"Giyuu-san," I whispered, my voice betraying the shyness that enveloped us both.

In response, his gaze shifted upwards to meet mine, and in that moment, I could see vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes.

Instinctively, my other hand rose to stroke his soft cheek, a gesture that conveyed more than words ever could. The air around us seemed charged with an unspoken understanding, and time seemed to slow as we explored the newfound closeness between us.

And then I gulped. A couple of inches away from his face.

The moment was slow. Passionate yet yearning as he pressed his lips against mine, He had yearned for it.

"I've missed this, I've missed you" His breath mingled with mine, he said.

"Mhmm," I whispered in response to his breath.

As he kissed me, my hands darted behind him, seizing a fistful of his hair. He grabbed my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Oh God, please," I exhaled as Giyuu slipped his tongue into my mouth. His fingertips ran over the corners of my chin, moving to my waist to tighten the grasp and draw me closer.

His grip on my waist became so tight that I could feel it.

I gasped into his mouth again, feeling as if the agony was wonderful to me, and heat crept throughout my body as his touch brushed over my flesh.

He sighed as my tongue worked in sync with his, gently pressing his bottom lip. I let out a shaky and frantic groan as I battled to keep my hands to myself.

His ravenous actions became increasingly violent as he let me feel his already hard erection press into my throbbing cunt.

I whimpered slightly as I felt him pressing down hard on top of me. I switched on top of him and as I was on top of him, he leaned back somewhat, lifting his hips up and spreading his legs wide to feel comfortable.