It's been six years, the president knows where she's been, but doesn't know when she'll be back. Kanae is still seething, Yashiro pities his best friend, and Ren feels anger, emptiness, and confusion, but what'll he feel when she comes back?
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Warning! This chapter is a lemon, so if you don't like reading about sexual actions, skip this or....dammit, this might end up being important to the story later. Lol, wow but if you don't like it I apologize.
...Third Person POV...
Kyoko's back touched the soft mattress and Kuon's lips devoured hers, before she would have been afraid of this, but now she was more than ready to show just how much the man above her just how much he meant to her.
The man in question felt the shift in her confidence in that moment, the way she was responding to his advances changed only slightly because she was now kissing back the desire to be dominant, strong. He groaned, letting his tongue invade her mouth and his eyebrows pulled together at the sound of Kyoko whimpering beneath him. He wouldn't let her win in this game, right now he wanted her to feel as much pleasure as he could administer. His lips separated from hers and began glancing down her neck in a heated, gentle dance; Kyoko moaned quietly as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Once his lips reached the neckline of her beige v-neck sweater his fingers wrapped around the bottom hemline and began pulling it up, Kyoko sat up as the contact broke of his lips on her skin so Kuon could slip off the fabric.
Goosebumps rose on her creme colored skin and Ren rested his lips in the valley of her breasts, his tongue darting out and trailing up to her collarbone. There he found himself suckling on her soft skin, "K-kuon, don't leave a hickey!"
"They already know about us, Kyoko, and in no way am I going to let you be stared at by other men." He sucked harder, biting only slightly to redden the mark. A smirk played on his lips when she gasped, he was having an affect on her.
"Corn, stop teasing me...dammit!"
His diary name rolled off her tongue deliciously, it was twisted lewdly, but was oddly innocent coming from her lips. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and they started shaking as he suddenly became consumed with nervousness, almost like a virgin teenager. What if he wasn't good enough? What if she wasn't satisfied? Kyoko's fingers in his hair pulled him away from that as the worked soothing circles into his scalp, with renewed confidence he undid the button and pulled it away from her body.
Instantly Kyoko's nipples hardened from the chilled air, but it wasn't unpleasant because not a second later her left bud was encased in warmth whilst the other was pinched. She bit her lip and rolled her head back ward into the mattress, moaning shortly. Ren bit down on the pink flesh and Kyoko whimpered out, "P-please...!"
"Please what?" He teased, "What do you want, Ky-ok-o-chan?"
She growled at his teasing, "Don't make me say Hizuri Kuon."
He blew on her wet nipple, watching in delight as her whole body shivered in pleasure. His excitement only grew as her thin fingers gathered at the bottom of his shirt and began tugging eagerly at the fabric; he complied to the obvious wish and groaned as her cold hands traced lines along his abs and other muscles. She knew he was built, but that was a whole new way of experiencing just how built he was; Kuon inadvertently placed his lips on hers in a frenzy, slowly reaching his desperate limit. He unclasped he jeans and gently pulled them off her, his lips never leaving Kyoko's as he worked off his own trousers as well. They were left only in their underwear when Kyoko flipped them over so she could straddle his hips.
"Meanie~!" She whispered, "Why are you such a tease~?"
He smirked and his arms raised, just before his hands gripped firmly on her breasts and began kneading them gently. Kyoko moaned and rolled her sensitive core against his erecting member; Ren grunted and unconsciously thrusted upward, making Kyoko squeal, "Ah!"
Suddenly, Ren could no longer contain himself; Kuon took over and flipped Kyoko back onto her back, he ripped off her panties, "Kyoko...is this alright?"
She nodded confirmation to his question and he pulled off his boxers, watching as her cheeks filled with color. Kuon then ran a finger over her entrance to see if she was wet enough--after all he wanted her to feel pleasure, not pain--slowly he pushed into her, gauging her expression. Kyoko flinched only slightly, but didn't show any true signs of pain; he judged it was okay to move a few seconds later, staring out at a steady pace for her to get used to the foreign sensation. A soft whisper fell from her lips, "I love you Hizuri Kuon."
He sped up, responding, "I love you too, Princess." He panted, "More than you know."
They continued like this, muttering how much they loved each other as the scent of their lust filled the bedroom. Kyoko's head was spinning wildly at the pleasure swimming through her whole body, her partner hit a spot inside of her that made her bite the sheets to muffle a scream. Kuon smiled, grunting in his own ecstacy; it wasn't long before Kyoko began felling that knot in her nether regions as her whole body quivered sporadically. She didn't know what was happening-experience wise-then, the knot unraveled in one fell swoop.
She screeched and her body tended up, Kuon watched in awe as she slowly cam down from her high and said, "Dammit, Kuon, don't stop!"
Those words got his attention and he began pounding himself deeply into her core, thrusting at such a harsh rate that Kyoko directed her pleasure through her finger nails into the skin of his back. He groaned, feeling his climax slowly creeping up on him, but continued to look at his lover; she was blushing darkly, her previously golden eyes were the color of caramel in lust and passion.
Kissing her gently, Kuon allowed himself to pique and shot his seed into her womb before collapsing beside her tired, quaking body. No words were said as the both of them plummeted from Cloud Nine, but their feelings were obvious; after what seemed like hours Kuon retrieved his boxers from the floor and pulled them on, then grabbed his shirt and carefully pulled it onto Kyoko's body. From there he got beneath the covers with his sleeping girlfriend and kissed her forehead, "I love you Mogami Kyoko."
Her only answer was cuddling as close to him as possible subconsciously and he was just as pleased with that as he would've been with words.
