Burning Caramel

🍋Chapter 20 🍋

By the time that Sora and Katsuki were released by the law enforcement from questioning, Sora was exhausted. Her lavender colored eyes were droopy, flickering between high alert and trepidation. Katsuki noticed, steering her towards a hotel nearby. 

"You need to get some rest," his husky voice told her, Sora yawning widely as they reach the desk to the hotel. While she zones in and out, Katsuki pays for the room,  guiding her to it. He puts in the key card and opens the door, helping her out of her shoes and into the covers of the bed.

Climbing up onto the bed with her, Katsuki strokes her hair and talks to her, calming Sora's racing mind as she fights sleep. 

"I'm sorry," she breathes, clutching the front of his shirt as she tears up a little bit, a few stray tears leaking down her cheeks. 

"You did nothing to apologize for," Katsuki declares, his voice steady as his hand brushes through her hair calmly, the other stroking her back in a comforting pattern that has Sora closing her eyes involuntarily. The young woman was fighting sleep, but after what felt like five minutes of Katsuki stroking her skin calmly, Sora slowly let her guard down and fell asleep.

The next morning, Sora wakes slowly, yawning. It's only when she's fully alert that she realizes something hard is digging into her back. 

Katsuki's eyes were closed, his soft breaths fluttering her silky strands of hair, a faint smell of caramel wafting off of him. He was pressed against her, one leg over her body and a rather impressive erection pressed against her behind. 

Sora blushes profusely, her eyes widening as he shifts. The hard member was pressed firmly against her, and she felt herself pulse slightly. This was not the first time the two of them had slept in the same bed together over the last few years, but it was the first time they had slept together alone without an adult immediately nearby. 

Heat rose to Sora's face. She was 18, old enough to decide for herself what she wanted to do with her life. Which was why she was fully conscious of the decision when she finally decided to roll over and press her lips softly to Katsuki's deciding to worry about the consequences later. 

The explosive blonde's eyes slowly open and he hums, kissing her back sleepily, his hardened length now pressed against her front. After a moment, he groans. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Sora, I'll go take care of this," he says, going to sit up in the cream colored sheets, his erection straining against his boxers.

Sora lays a hand on his, stopping him from getting out of the bed. "No, I want- I can... I can take care of it. If you want me to that is," she says softly. 

Katsuki frowns at her. "You do know what you're implying, right?" He says suddenly, palming himself for emphasis. Sora blushes at the act as he takes her hand and rubs his thumb over it. 

"I- I do. But I want to be with you, Katsuki. I want to be with you in that way, too." He frowns, his eyes widening. 

"We agreed to wait until you were ready," he points out. 

Sora shakes her head. "I'm ready now. I want to be with you. Is that still not enough?" She asks, her voice firm and unwavering enough to make his member twitch. 

Katsuki takes in her face, not finding any hesitation at all, only inexperience. But hell, so was he. He had as much experience as she did, None at all. But he was willing to be vulnerable and learn with her. 

Wordlessly, Katsuki leans over, pressing his lips to her. What started as a few chaste kisses quickly became a heavy make out session, their tongues rubbing hotly against each other, Sora gathering the courage to cup his length through his boxers, exploring as he groans into her mouth.