The latest member of their family disturbed his nights and he returns the favor. This basically a lemony-story of their weird little romance.
Note: Please keep in mind that I don't mean disrespect to true fans out there, this is my second attempt...
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When he woke up, she was still asleep beside him. He untangled himself from her and grabbed his glasses. He noticed that her bags lying on the floor haphazardly. He smiled. She was prepared for today. For these two days, he would love her and not hold back. He would treasure her and make her feel his passion for her. He needed to. He was going to fight for her. He let her sleep in. Usually she woke up earlier than him, but she must have been really tired to be sleeping in so much. He walked over to his bathroom and turned on the shower. As he washed himself he thought back to how long it had been since someone had touched him. It wasn't like he was a virgin. He to engage in sex with other spirits when Bishamon stated that it was allowed. And it was great. But he became bored after a while. It was just an act of two bodies. It did feel great to release into someone else, but he was always too careful. He never actually wanted to fuck anyone in particular. And finally he reached a point where he found it more efficient to just jack off by himself. Sex buddies were great until one of them found someone they wanted to partner or mate with. The lack of sex thereafter used to only frustrate him. So the simpler solution was to just finish the job himself, by fantasizing about the woman of his dreams. Who he found out years ago to be real. And also who just happened to be sleeping in his bed. Kazuma was never one to believe in luck but he was slowly starting to.
He felt a sudden cold and saw the door to his bath was opening. "Huh? Hey!", she shrieked, staring at him red-faced as he emerged from the shower, with a towel in hand. "Come to join me?", he asked, teasingly. She shut her eyes tight and turned around facing the mirror. "You wish!", she replied snarkily. "You have no idea", he replied, softly, and tied the towel around his waist. "What're you closing your eyes for? You've already seen all of me.", he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. She opened her eyes slowly, and watched him on the mirror. She smiled and relaxed into his body. "Not all. Yesterday I saw expressions on you that I didn't know you could make.", she replied, bringing her hand to his face, slowly caressing his cheek. He nodded into it. It was slightly calloused from all the gardening she did. "You should wear gloves. Your soft hands are all bruised", he said killing each finger she placed on his lips. He smiled devilishly, before nibbling on her wrist. He heard her gasp. He smirked. He looked back at her reflection, continuing to kiss her wrist and slowly making a trail of kisses and nips down her arm, till he reached the sleeve of her dress. He tugged at it with his teeth and nuzzled into her neck. She groaned softly, and he watched her heave her chest more. Her face was starting to flush, and they couldn't take their eyes off each other's reflections. It was a gorgeous game, and she was loving it. She ripped her eyes off his reflection and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. She leaned up against him and slowly licked his lower lip. She was teasing him back. His body felt like butter under her fingers. She grazed his lip and kissed his neck, over the bruises she'd left on him from last week. She nipped and licked at it, making it darker. He moaned softly pulling her closer into him. His knees were bucking and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand for longer. He grabbed her head and smothered her lips with his own, causing her to cry out. She shook in his arms, and her arms were now both around him, twisting her body around to engage in his game completely.
Their tongues fought with each other for dominance, and he won this time, exploring her and teasing her. He broke off the kiss, and she whimpered in defiance. She wanted more and that's how he wanted to keep her. He smiled down at her, slyly. "We should get moving", he whispered. "That is if we don't want to miss the bus. Or we could stay in here and continue", he added slyly, running his finger up her sides. She squirmed a bit, and he began to tickle her. She was now giggling and pushing him away. "Stop! You're chasing away the mood! That tickles", she said in response. He laughed and pulled her close, capturing her lips again roughly. He pulled back completely satisfied with her reaction. She was red and sexy. And horny. He intended to drive her crazy and he loved how the day had already begun.
