Behind the screen

Deeper

Kenma's mind was a whirl of emotions as he kissed Yuki, his hands exploring her back and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her clothes. The intensity of their connection surprised him, but he couldn't pull away. Every kiss, every touch, felt electric.

Yuki responded with equal fervor, her hands tracing the contours of his chest, her breath hot against his neck. Kenma's heart raced as he gently guided her onto the couch, their bodies pressing together. He could feel the heat between them, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.

They paused for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. Yuki's gaze was filled with a mix of desire and curiosity, mirroring his own. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

"Are you sure about this?" Kenma asked softly, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

Yuki nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I'm sure."

With that confirmation, they resumed their passionate embrace, their kisses growing more urgent. Kenma's hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her curves. Yuki's fingers traced the muscles of his back, pulling him closer.

The atmosphere in the room grew more charged, the air thick with anticipation. Kenma's hands found the hem of Yuki's shirt, and he hesitated for a moment before pulling it over her head. Yuki followed suit, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders.

Their skin met, and the sensation was overwhelming. Kenma's lips moved to her neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone. Yuki let out a soft moan, her hands tangling in his hair. The sound spurred him on, his kisses growing more insistent.

They moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, their bodies perfectly in sync. Kenma's hands explored every inch of her, memorizing the feel of her skin, the curve of her waist. Yuki's touch was just as eager, her fingers mapping out the planes of his chest, the lines of his muscles.

As they lost themselves in each other, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their connection growing deeper with every touch, every kiss. Kenma's heart was pounding, his mind a blur of desire and emotion. He had never felt this way before, so completely consumed by another person.

Their movements became more urgent, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Kenma could feel the tension building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He pulled back slightly, looking into Yuki's eyes, his expression intense.

"You are mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Only mine."

Yuki's eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine at his words. "Yes, Kenma. I'm yours."

With that, they came together in a rush of passion, their bodies entwining in a dance of intimacy and desire. Kenma's grip on her was firm, possessive, his touch commanding and sure. He claimed her with every kiss, every caress, their connection deepening with every passing moment.

When it was over, they lay together on the couch, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Kenma held Yuki close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. Yuki rested her head on his chest, a contented smile on her lips.

"I didn't expect this," Yuki whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

"Neither did I," Kenma admitted, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But I'm glad it happened."

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Kenma's mind was still racing, but for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace. Being with Yuki felt right, like everything had finally fallen into place.

As the night gave way to morning, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined. Kenma knew that things would be different now, but he was ready for whatever came next. With Yuki by his side, he felt like he could face anything.