MUINEZU || childhood friends, or more.

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Nezuko blushed furiously as she lay in bed, her body marked with love bites and hickeys. Her skin was warm, her heart racing. She looked at the ceiling, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

The room was quiet, a gentle silence filled the air. She could feel Muichiro's presence next to her, the soft sound of his breathing the only thing breaking the near-total silence.

The memory of last night played vividly in her mind. It had been an intense and passionate night. She had never experienced anything like it before.

Slowly, she turned her head to look at Muichiro who was lying beside her, his eyes closed. He looked relaxed and peaceful, a stark contrast to the intense and almost aggressive demeanor he had shown last night.

Nezuko watched him silently, her eyes trailing over every contour of his face and body. Last night, he had been a man on a mission, single-minded and determined. It was like he had been starved of something, and now he was making up for lost time.

The thought sent a thrill down her spine as her eyes lingered on the love bites and hickeys she now had. They were physical reminders of what had passed between them.

Unable to wait any longer, Nezuko shifted on the bed, moving closer to him. She needed to confirm he was real, that last night wasn't a dream. Her hand reached out to gently touch his bare shoulder, her fingers tracing the curve of his muscle lightly.

Muichiro stirred at her touch, his eyes slowly opening. He looked at her, blinking a few times before a small smile tugged at his lips. He reached out, his hand encircling her wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss her fingers lightly.

Nezuko's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his awakening and the way he kissed her fingers. It was a gentle, tender gesture, so different from the possessive, hungry man he had been just the night before.

She scooted closer to him, her body against his, relishing the warmth and solidity of his presence.

He responded by pulling her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist and guiding her half on top of him. She found herself lying partially on his chest, her head resting against him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, musky and warm, so distinctly masculine.

Nezuko let herself sink into his embrace, her body molding against his. Her hand moved to his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, its sound comforting and familiar.

Their legs intertwined, and she felt his fingers start to absently stroke the small of her back, sending pleasant tingles across her skin.

As their bodies pressed together, the slow, lazy caress of his hand on her back soon led to more. Muichiro pulled her even closer, his lips seeking hers out, finding them in a quiet, sweet kiss.

Nezuko's eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the kiss, her lips moving against his in a rhythm as natural as their mingled heartbeats.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent. Muichiro's hand moved to cup the back of her neck, holding her in place, while his other hand pulled her leg over his hip, making her straddle him.

Nezuko let out a soft gasp as she found herself straddling him, her body responding to the new position with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

The change in height gave a whole new dynamic to their kiss. She was on top, but it was clear that Muichiro was still in charge.

His grip on her waist tightened as his tongue sought out hers, the kiss turning hungry, almost possessive. One of his hands began to wander, moving over her hips and up under her shirt.