Seven Weeks: A Seven Days Fanfiction

EPILOGUE: Yuzuru

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Please take care of me from now on, too.

That's what he'd written on our photo.

And now his mouth was on mine, sweet and a little hungry. I melted into the kiss as a fizz of hormones rushed under my skin.

How long had it been since the last time we'd had sex? There hadn't been time this past weekend, with all the preparations for graduation. The weekend before that, then. And we'd been rushed because his parents were coming back from Africa later that night, so I had to go home instead of getting to fall asleep with him.

But shit, he was driving me crazy today with the way he'd been looking at me. First out at the gates with the pizza guy, then at the dojo and the library too. And he'd always been so strict about kissing at school, I'd kind of gotten used to the fact that it wasn't an option.

But that rule was now out the window, apparently, and so was my self control. Maybe it was the overwhelming excitement of the day. The surreal thrill of finally living out a moment I'd spent my life working toward, the nostalgia and apprehension and sense of finality that came with something like graduation... but all of it together had a rainbow of emotions tangled up in my chest, flaring up randomly like strings of colored Christmas lights.

And all I wanted was Touji. He was my safe place, my greatest release. When we were together everything made sense in a way that was hard to explain. I didn't need to understand it, though. I just needed to hold him.

So I put both hands on either side of his face and slid my tongue into his mouth. He sighed happily and I stroked his tongue, nipped his lips with some of the wildness I was feeling.

A soft rumble came from the back of his throat. Down in my belly, there was a burst of nerves so orgasmic it blurred my vision for a second. Shit, he hadn't even touched me yet. I needed him so bad.

I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "It's gonna be tonight."

"What is?"

"We're gonna do it."

His lips curved, and he turned his face to kiss my palm.  "Okay."

"No, I mean, you're gonna do it to me. I'm ready."

His eyes went wide, and a breath escaped his lips as he caught my meaning.

We'd been experimenting in the last few weeks. He was shocked the first time I'd told him to put his finger in me. I'm not sure what possessed me to ask, except that he seemed to enjoy it so much when I did it to him, and I happened to be feeling unusually adventurous—and needy—that night.

It had been a little weird and kind of uncomfortable, but didn't exactly hurt. He was painstakingly gentle, even though I could tell he was desperately turned on. It was really his arousal that made it good in the beginning. But then he went down on me at the same time, and I decided the minor discomfort was not a problem. Something about the combination of sensations, of having him inside me and being in his mouth all at once, was hot as hell.